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“(…) this wolf-wild heart was not made to surrender.” mumu blog for dustanddevils

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ANDREA ADOMO. 33 years old. officer and part-time stable hand at clayton ranch / adria arjona.

introduction. musings. wanted connection. portrait

AZRA DOGAN. 34 years old. attorney for aces & eights / melisa pamuk

introduction. musings. wanted connection. portrait.

ROSALINA "ROSA" TACDER. 32 years old. floorperson at the goldrush casino and resort + le trafiquant for the syndicat / kylie versoza

introduction. musings. wanted connection. portrait

( adria arjona, 33, pronouns ) You’ve seen ANDREA ADOMO before. Maybe at the bar. Maybe outside the general store. Maybe walking out of somewhere they shouldn’t have been. They’ve been in PARADISE VALLEY for ALL HER LIFE, working as a NEW DETECTIVE & PART TIME STABLE HAND AT CLAYTON RANCH, and carrying themselves like someone who knows exactly where they stand in a place where loyalties are complicated. They give off COLD COFFEE AND CRUMPLED PACK OF MARLBORO, CLUTTERED AND DUSTY CAR WITH A MOUNTAIN OF HALF SMOKED BUTTS, MISSED LUNCHES AND FORGOTTEN DINNERS energy and seem AGAINST the expansion that presses on the nerve of boundary and border — though no one’s quite sure if that’s a moral stance or a survival tactic. 

( melisa pamuk yazici, 34, she/her) You’ve seen AZRA DOGAN before. Maybe at the bar. Maybe outside the general store. Maybe walking out of somewhere they shouldn’t have been. They’ve been in MONTROSE  for FIFTEEN YEARS AGO working as a ATTORNEY FOR THE ACES / EIGHTS, and carrying themselves like someone who knows exactly where they stand in a place where loyalties are complicated. They give off HIGH HEELS TO HELP AID HER ON HER HIGH HORSE, STOMACH OF STEEL FOR VIOLENCE AND LIQUOR, INSATIABLE HUNGER FOR A WIN, POWER AND CASH energy and seem FOR the expansion that presses on the nerve of boundary and border — though no one’s quite sure if that’s a moral stance or a survival tactic. 

( kylie versoza, 32, she/her ) You’ve seen ROSALINA "ROSA" TACDER before. Maybe at the bar. Maybe outside the general store. Maybe walking out of somewhere they shouldn’t have been. They’ve been in MONTROSE  for THIRTY YEARS, working as a FLOORPERSON AT THE GOLDRUSH CASINO AND RESORT + LE TRAFIQUANT FOR THE SYNDICAT, and carrying themselves like someone who knows exactly where they stand in a place where loyalties are complicated. They give off STICKY HANDS AND CRIMSON LIPS, PLAYING DUMB IN ORDER TO GET HER WAY BEFORE COMING IN FOR THE KILL, A CHAMELEON PERSONALITY AND PLAYFUL AURA energy and seem FOR  the expansion that presses on the nerve of boundary and border — though no one’s quite sure if that’s a moral stance or a survival tactic. 

[caelumvult]

the  conversation  with  roman  had  been  precise  ,  deliberate  ,  about  what  ronan  was  meant  to  do  the  moment  he  stepped  out  of  the  casino  .  the  death  itself  didn't  concern  the  enforcer  much  ,  but  confirming  whether  any  of  the  mc  had  a  hand  in  it  ,  that  was  where  his  attention  lay  .

he  planned  to  start  at  the  bottom  .  the  ones  who  still  carried  flecks  of  fear  in  their  eyes  ,  uncertainty  in  the  slope  of  their  shoulders  .  the  ones  who  listened  .  the  ones  who  would  be  easy  to  make  talk  .

that  was  ,  until  a  familiar  face  came  into  view  ,  dulling  the  eager  edge  that  had  sparked  in  his  blood  ,  only  to  replace  it  with  something  a  bit  more  enticing  .  how  comical  that  he'd  shared  a  bed  with  a  cop  .

❝  questions  like  ,  ❞  he  murmured  ,  stepping  closer  ,  his  voice  dropping  low  ,  ❝  what  am  i  doing  later  ?  if  i  want  you  to  come  over  .  if  i'll  do  that  thing  again  with  my—  ❞  his  voice  trailed  off  ,  the  corners  of  his  lips  curling  into  a  knowing  smile  .

[wildheartcd]

Her role with the department was new. It fit like a new skin— uncomfortable for the time being until she stretched it out and got more secure. While she'd expected that it would set a line in the sand with many people in her life, she hadn't expected how significant the shift would be until she found herself facing people she hadn't seen as 'opposite' until the weight of a badge and gun hung from her belt.

Ronan hadn't ever been good in her books. A man like him, with calloused hands, marred skin, a mouth that cut like a knife, and left a feverish touch couldn't be a saint. At the time, she'd chosen not to look too closely but she couldn't deny it now. Not when she had a job to do—to save her town from men like the one she'd shared a bed with.

Her composure faltered momentarily. Frankly, she shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when he approached her in such a way. He was more than capable but she hadn't ever seen this side of him— at least not so intimately.

"You must think of that a lot." Her voice shook slightly, unsure. It was a trap and she knew she was deliberately walking into it. "I don't blame you. I have shiny new toys now." Her hand shifted to reveal the glint of her metal cuffs but her gaze never left his. "You may know how hard I can bite but I can promise you they bite harder. So let's not make this harder than it needs to be."

[dcvilsransom]

“I’m sure this’ll come as a shock to you,” Rio started, cutting a sidelong glance over at the lawyer, “But you’re actually not the first person to ever call me that.” Stupid, that was. No, he’d heard it often enough over the last fourteen years that it felt like just another word now. It was ironic, though, considering how he could remember a time when everyone around him thought the opposite– thought he’d go on to work at NASA and actually do something in the world. Shaking his head before his mind had a chance to wander too far down that dangerous road, Rio eased out a long sigh then rolled his lips together into a thin line to keep from interrupting Azra’s berating. No, it was better to let her finish– he’d learned that the hard way. “I just reacted, okay? All this shit’s new to me,” he offered, shoulders shrugging lightly in defeat. He felt chained, even after the literal shackles had fallen from his wrists. “Help yourself,” he muttered, having little use for the drink anyway. Rio should hook head, “It’s fine– just hammered me with the same questions over and over, but phrased ‘em different every time,” he explained, raking a hand through his hair, “It’s like they were trying to get me to slip. Nothing to slip over, though. I’ve been here the whole time, fucking cameras can prove it.”

[wildheartcd]

"So you choose to be an idiot. You shouldn't be allowed to make any decision without supervision." It was a blessing and curse. On one hand, she wouldn't make half the money she did if the people she represented were all smart enough not to act out and get themselves in trouble. But that also meant she had to deal with them. Just reacted. She could have smacked him. "That's always the problem. Reaction and no thinking." The brunette sighed and peered towards the officers. Luckily the sheer amount of suspects were on their side but there was no denying they'd pay closer attention to Rio who'd just gotten released from prison. He could be an easy fall man. "They are trying to get you to slip or to say something that can be incriminating— true or not." They were pigs and they had their own tactics, luckily she had hers as well. But she needed to be present to use them. "If hear that you spoke to them without calling me, I'll run you over with my car. They're going to bring you back in, it's just a matter of when so you have to keep your hands clean. Even passing a red light is an excuse to stop you."

[taiintedsouls]

────      𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏       ╱ feat. azra

tobias was a frequent visitor of the police station , as he grew up in the club he realized that there is certain shit you can get away with. even now , he smiles as he says goodbye to the receptionist and is handed back his belongings after last nights brawl , a small smirk plastered on rough features ❛ have I ever told you , how much I love you ? ❜ he inquired sticking his hands in his pockets as he makes his way to her ❛ in my defense ——- I was in a bad mood. ❜

[wildheartcd]

Azra rolls her eyes before she's even in the room and that's all to do with the shit eating grin that's on tobias' face. "Smug idiot." If she wasn't paid as much as she was, she'd have half a mind of turning around and leaving him to talk his way into a prison cell. "I was in the middle of a deep tissue massage when I got the call to come down here so don't piss me off, tobias. I'll leave your ass here. Orange wouldn't look half bad on you. Get me up to date." She needed a cigarette and a coffee with something stronger than dark roast right about now.

[thesakeofmotion]

"Something tells me you would get bored. Plenty of other opportunities that would be way more convenient." It wasn't meant to be a challenge. A quick fix was far more easier than the long game that she mentioned. Time was precious after all. "If your mind's made up - probably nothing I can do to change that course. But, if you're into playing games you probably shouldn't have warned me. Now I am prepared." It was an effortless observation. But he rose his brow in turn. "If money's what you're after - just a little spoiler, this is probably the only suit I own. I am blue collar, so we get paid way less than what we deserve."

[wildheartcd]

She peered at him with a small laugh. "I like a challenge and I'm sure that I can still catch you by surprise." Men were men. Most of the time they couldn't think with both heads so she felt like she could still get one over on him if she needed to. "It's a nice suit. But that just means you aren't using your skills right. Perhaps I can help with that." She wouldn't, but she also wasn't fully convinced he was as low on luck and money as he claimed to be.

[vellichorstuff]

𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊｜𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎

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[davikahoorne]

[dissenteds]

"why  would  they  interpret  it  as  avoiding?"  despite  himself  amusement  took  shape  in  the  form  of  a  slight  smirk.  "think  about  it  ...  who  hangs  out  with  their  lawyer?"  ocean  eyes  were  watchful  though  and  his  gaze  shifted  from  her  to  the  crowd  and  when  it  returned  roman's  brow  lifted.  "starting  to  get  the  idea  you  wanna  be  close  to  me  ..."

there  was  always  the  lingering  threat  that  ms  dogan  could  jump  ship,  take  her  services  elsewhere  for  a  higher  paycheck  or  maybe  because  she  liked  the  people  better  and  take  club  secrets  with  her  as  she  went.  though,  roman  really  wasn't  all  that  worried.  not  overconfident  but  he  was  sure  that  azra  knew  the  cost  of  betrayal.

"then  show  me  a  smile,  dogan.  if  we're  playing  on  their  stage  and  putting  on  a  show,  then  give  me  something  to  work  with."  the  president's  humor  now  came  with  a  slight  bite  and  his  smile  had  a  darkness  to  it.  "consider  me  a  method  actor."

[wildheartcd]

"A criminal who needs their lawyer to get them out of trouble every other month." The brunette said with a slight lift at the corner of her lips. She was willing to bet that if she pulled out her phone log, she'd see a call from him in a similar pattern, whether it be about him or another member of the club who'd gone too far.

The laughter almost felt foreign. Not because she didn't laugh but because it hardly came from the male beside her. Normally they were in tense conversation about timelines, alibi's and potential sentences. "This entire outfit costs too much to risk it being torn apart by the girls who would kill just to ride on the back of your bike." He was attractive, in another world, another life— she wouldn't have thought twice. But in this one, he was more trouble than he was worth.

"A man as charming as you should easily be able to pull one or is everyone being fake around you to keep you content because of who you are?" Her hand curled around his bicep "You're not giving me much to smile at, you could have lead with a compliment." Her lips curled upwards in a forced smile. "That's all you're getting.

[dissenteds]

"says  every  damn  gambler  in  debt  and  or  running  from  loan  sharks."  that  was  the  design  and  the  flaw  the  industry  milked  out  of  people.  there  was  always  that  chance  their  luck  could  turn.  one  more  bet.  one  more  pull  of  the  handle  on  the  slot  machine.  next  thing  they  knew  they  burned  out  their  savings  and  were  having  to  take  a  second  mortgage  to  cover  the  damage.  "i  get  it,"  the  vice  detective  shrugged  because  he  had  his  own  vices  and  compulsions,  "but  you  ought  to  look  at  the  people  that  give  themselves  a  limit  and  stick  to  it."  those  were  the  dangerous  people  in  his  eyes.  they  knew  control,  had  mastered  it.  riley  was  the  opposite  and  while  gambling  with  money  never  did  a  thing  for  him,  he  certainly  was  a  dog  with  a  bone  when  he  was  locked  in  on  something.  a  scoff  sounded,  offense  briefly  trickled  forward  and  then  pulled  back  as  a  small  laugh  sounded.  "no  ...  i'm  not.  that's  all  the  cash  i  have  in  my  pockets  apparently.  but  ask  any  gambler  here,  it  could  definitely  get  you  into  a  winning  hand."

[wildheartcd]

Andi peered around and then laughed some because she doubted there were many people who came to the casino with a limit in mind. The whole ambiance was rigged to make sure people fell for temptation, and Andi had done just that. At least she'd stopped which was better than the alternative. "Your solution is to make me play more in hopes that I can win." It was what had got her in this trouble to start with but it wasn't her money to lose so she could at least try and turn her night around. "Are you going to watch me or leave me to my own devices? I might not be able to stop." Of course now that she said it aloud, she wanted to prove to herself that she could but she'd felt the rush of winning and understood why people got sucked into it. "Never mind, I don't need a babysitter. I'd advise on keeping more cash on you, though. Two dollars feels reckless."

[dissenteds]

at  the  question  the  poker  player  glanced  in  the  direction  of  the  couple  retreating  from  sight.  sena  was  a  good  read  on  people.  she  had  to  be.  "he's  got  an  old  money  air  about  him  and  she's  definitely  trying  to  work  her  way  into  the  will.  that  jewelry?  was  not  of  the  costume  variety."  with  a  devilish  little  grin  the  brunette  plucked  the  offered  wallet  from  her  friend's  sticky  fingers.  "we  should  just  get  as  much  cash  out  of  it  as  we  can.  who  needs  a  new  car  or  fifty  grand  when  you've  got  a  black  card,  am  i  right?"  with  a  smirk  she  opened  the  expensive  leather  and  her  eyes  trailed  over  the  plastic,  fingers  opened  the  back  to  reveal  likely  a  thousand  in  cash.  "lets  go  buy  some  chips  and  then  cash  them  out,  yeah?"

[wildheartcd]

players could find other players anywhere and both sena and rosa were adept players in their own right. that young girl was the same and despite how she'd already snagged the man first, there wasn't any law on her getting her own share. she did work for it by sliding her hand in his pocket. "i think you're absolutely right. the two seem like they'll be cozied up for a little bit so they shouldn't notice anything missing anytime soon." she'd seen his casino card in hand and the bar was free so no reason to take out credit cards until they left. "i love when i'm around someone who sees the value in hard work." her own hard work, that was. as opposed to someone who had a straight and narrow moral compass. "i think we should do a few online orders while we're at it, too."

[cowboykillcr]

Jasper  turned  as  she  spoke,  the  corner  of  his  attention  snapping  to  her  like  muscle  memory.  A  faint  smile  tugged  at  his  mouth,  not  exactly  surprised.  “Huh,”  he  drawled  easily,  eyes  already  on  her  like  she’d  never  really  left  his  periphery.  “You  always  did  think  you  had  me  figured  out.”

He  shifted  a  step  closer  —  not  crowding,  not  retreating  either  —  just  enough  that  the  noise  of  the  room  softened  around  them.  His  gaze  flicked  briefly  to  the  crowd  she’d  been  tracking  before  returning  to  her,  sharper  now.  “You’re  not  wrong,”  he  admitted,  the  honesty  understated  but  real.  “But  it’s  not  about  starting  something.  It’s  about  knowing  when  it’s  worth  stepping  in.  There’s  a  difference,  isn't  there?”

A  breath  left  him  that  sounded  almost  amused,  like  the  night  itself  was  baiting  him.  “And  if  something  does  go  sideways,”  he  added,  tipping  his  head  slightly,  “I’d  rather  be  close  enough  to  catch  it  than  pretending  I  didn’t  see  it  coming.”  His  eyes  lingered  on  her  then  —  familiar,  assessing,  unguarded  in  a  way  that  felt  earned.  “Funny  thing  is,”  he  murmured,  “you’re  still  real  good  at  reading  the  room.  Guess  some  instincts  don’t  fade.”

[wildheartcd]

"Is there a difference?" He could decide to step in for a thousand different reasons based on a thousand different scenarios. They couldn't cover any, much less all of them in this instance, so she felt that she had it right that he would— or was likely to— if something broke out. It was as close to being figured out as she could get but she let that go because Andi wouldn't dare voice those thoughts aloud.

Her head tilted as she looked him over. "You take the man away from the rodeo but you can't take the rodeo out of him." By rodeo, she meant the chaos and the urge for adrenaline. At least she assumed. Perhaps, like herself, there was an aspect of wanting to control a situation rather than being a bystander that they shared, but she couldn't know for certain. She felt they were similar, but while she'd stared the end of a gun, she could never know what it was like to hang on for dear life while riding an animal determined to crush you— but she understood the rush of having to choose fight instead of flight.

"You kind of learn when you grow up around adults who forget that you're even there. There's a lot of power in being able to stay in the shadows and just observe the scene. People aren't as difficult or conspicuous as they think they are." She shrugged her shoulder and smiled at him. "Part of me is hoping something does pop off, though. I can only do the whole pretty dress and losing money for so long."

[dcvilsransom]

WHERE // Gold Rush Casino & Resort WITH // Azra Dogan @wildheartcd

Once his debrief– or his interrogation, more like– and the immediate aftermath of both were over, Rio found himself wandering back through the casino, still fuming from the interaction. Everyone had been subject to questioning, he understood that, but he couldn’t help but feel like he’d been looked at with increasing scrutiny. Engaging without the club attorney beside him had been a mistake, in hindsight– at least she might’ve been able to help him keep somewhat of a level head. Spotting Azra by the bar, he made his way over, head shaking, “Cops rode my ass pretty hard,” he announced with a brief chuckle, his clenched fists loosening just enough to reach for a drink, “Probably shouldn’t have talked to them without you, but,” he shrugged, taking a quick swig, “here we are. Went about as well as you’d expect.”

[wildheartcd]

She knew before he'd spoken. Not because she'd witnessed him being taken by the officers but because she recognized the look that was on his face. A worried expression that she'd seen when they'd gone to court, when his sentence had been appealed, and now— after an interrogation. "You are so stupid," Azra hissed under her breath. It was the only show of annoyance as she did her best to keep her features neutral. The authorities were like vultures and they were watching to see who was anxious or worried. The last thing she needed was to provide further work for herself by looking angry with Rio after his line of questioning. "Have you learnt nothing? The first thing out of your mouth should be the word 'lawyer'. I don't get paid as much as I do to look pretty and if you don't help yourself, how am I meant to help you." An exhale escaped, peering at him after he took a sip. "I need this more than you." Azra reached for his drink before she forced a smile. As fake as it was deadly. "How bad did it go? Tell me you were in the company of someone for the majority of the night. They'll check the cameras. Did you leave or go outside at any point?"

[thesakeofmotion]

"I prefer to just mind my business." It was more of a survival method than anything. But he wasn't going to elaborate on those details. Like her pick pocketing the wallet, it was a means of survival. Everyone had their own way of making money or taking their power back. "Not really, afraid I don't believe in that whole traditional style where the guy has to be the breadwinner." He nodded though at the introduction. "Tomas. Though, if you are trying to charm your way into another wallet - I didn't bring mine just so you know. But I applaud you for using beauty as power. It holds that more than you think depending on the audience."

[wildheartcd]

"A modern day man, that's a shame." Rosa didn't mind winning more money when she didn't have to share or be the one paying the bills. Certainly she could buy presents and pay for date nights to her own liking but it shouldn't be something she had to do for their shared livelihood. Men left. At least in her past so she knew better than to give more than they deserved. "Well, Tomas— I'm sad to hear you didn't bring yours but I think you're too smart for me to pass a quick one on. I'd play the long game with you." She'd get close, find something she wanted, then she'd bail. "That's a compliment, by the way." Perhaps he wouldn't understand why but he didn't need to. She only took her time with people she knew would have more hidden away or because she felt like she may enjoy their company enough to play it out.

[thesakeofmotion]

A lawyer is a person who writes a 10,000-word document and calls it a ‘brief'. There was nothing brief about it. Ramiro's best move was just not to counter with anything, it would be like a merry go round. Never ending. "I'm sure a little slap would be the least worrisome." Bigger and more chaotic things were bound to happen that those cameras were to catch with everyone gathered around in one room. "You're demanding even off the clock." But he listened. Hues eyed it's target from the bar and when whoever was manning it had their back turned, Ramiro took his chance. Then securing a bottle of top shelf Tequila. She didn't give any suggestions to what her preference was, or he didn't leave the chance for her to. It was a win-win. After securing the bottle he walked back to her casually. "I hope you like Tequila."

[wildheartcd]

"It would be to someone who doesn't have a full schedule." Was there anything on her schedule currently? Not quite but the simple to-do list of shortening sentences could change and be charged with twenty additional things after a simple night out when it came to the club. They weren't known for keeping their hands clean or making the best decisions. Plus, risking never hearing the end of it if she had to be bailed out wasn't worth it. "It's a skill that I'm proud of." Being demanding, annoying, an handful. She prided herself with being all those things. The bottle wasn't what she would have picked but she knew that he'd walk away if she had to force him to fetch her something else. "Poor choice but I suppose it'll do the job. Ask for a glass and follow me."

[wildheartcd]

@sanguisinvia / ronan

andi peered towards the man that her partner was pointing out. "can't you speak to him?" she asked in desperation. normally, she wouldn't have argued a chance at trying to catch someone in a lie and potentially breaking a case wide open but the issue was because of who it was. a piece of her past she hadn't dared face.

"it's fine," andi called back when her partner began to question her, turning on her heel to head towards ronan. her gaze could barely hold his, peering at her feet until she stopped a few feet short of him. "i'm going to need you to answer some questions." her voice remained as calm as she could muster, trying to speak to him as she would a stranger despite him being anything but.

[gratified]

he kind of watched the whole thing happen, chuckling to himself quietly. a reminder of why he wasn't the biggest fan of people like that. "guess that depends." chip said with a shrug, looking back at the poor soul who was fucking oblivious. "he doesn't look like a guy who'd miss it." and he wasn't above doing that in that case. "but are just settin’ me up? is there gonna be some asshole cop right outside the door or somethin' waiting for me to say yes?"

[wildheartcd]

she didn't immediately agree with the man because she didn't know if he had an eye for spotting an expensive suit and jewelry. the tailored suit and expensive watch had been enough to confirm that the risk of plucking his wallet from his pocket was well worth it. "that's a risk you're going to have to take— but do you think that i'd really do that to someone? don't i look like a good, innocent girl?"