PIPPA SONG IS NOW DEAD!
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PIPPA SONG IS NOW DEAD!
Misery || Closed || V6 W7 Tuesday Night
Pathetic.Â
  Weak.
     Failure.
These words: Even in the haze.Â
Dear Mr Lennon,
You donât know me, and I donât know you. That said, I did know your son, however briefly. Our acquaintanceship was not a friendly one, and thatâs putting it lightly. To move things along, Iâll just say it;
I, Pippa Song, used my ability to murder your son, Edgar.
Unfortunately, I canât really explain why I did so, and definitely not in a way that would make any sense. I did it, simply, because I could.Â
Now I want to stress, that Iâm not writing out of remorse, or that you can have someone take me away. In fact, in all likelihood, Iâll be dead by the time you read this. I donât look for forgiveness either, I understand that nothing I do will bring back what I took from you. All I want to do is provide some closure. To stop the confusion that you might be feeling and make sure you know that I will no be doing this to anyone else ever again.
You have my most sincere apology and I hope that you never forgive me. I donât deserve it any more that Edgar deserved to die.Â
~Pippa Song.Â
As a child, I always liked dressing up and getting into character, and actors are lucky in being able to retain that playfulness, though we do seem to find it hard to grow up.
These violent delights have violent ends
William Shakespeare
Villain Pub || Jasper + Pippa || V6 W6 Monday Night
His hand traveled down her side, across her backside, then down her leg until his fingers hooked under her knee and pulled it up to wrap around his waist. He bit gently into her throat, putting only enough pressure there for her to feel it before letting the skin of her throat go.
"HmmmâŠ" He hummed against the skin of her throat, opposite hand traveling up to thread through her hair and pull her head back, exposing more of her pale skin for his pleasure. "I think I may just fuck you right hereâŠ. turn you around so everyone can see my conquest for the evening⊠what do you say?"
"I say.." Pippa started, leaning back against the near table whilst her fingers trailed down his chest, settling on his belt buckle before she stopped and looked at him with a raised eyebrow "If you wanted to use these windows to show off, you should have chosen somewhere further down"Â
Humming lightly, with a smirk Pippa used her leg to pull Jasper in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck again and tugging at the back of his hair.
Felicity Jones
Villain Pub || Jasper + Pippa || V6 W6 Monday Night
Jasper felt himself pulled towards her. Without telling his body to do so, he set down his glass and stepped forward, putting both hands on her waist. His face broke out in a devilish grin, as his fingers tightened, pulling her flush against him.
"ThatâŠ. is incredibly hot." he said. He took a step forward, pushing her up against the windows, using his body to hold her there. "A woman who knows her way around power⊠thatâs just fucking sexy as hellâŠ." He pressed his lips against her throat, laving an open mouthed kiss over her pulse.
"Iâm no stranger to power myself⊠but Iâll save that for later tonightâŠ"
Pippa quickly downed the drink, placing it on the table near her before Jasper did as he was told. Her hands went up to his chest, finger's smoothing over the light shirt before wrapping around his neck, pleased with his response.Â
"Oh I look forward to it-" She said in a husky voice, trailing her hand through his hair and letting out a small sound of pleasure at the feeling of his mouth on her skin.
Godfrey
"Oh.. Shay. Well⊠I suppose, if thereâs ever a time to explain, I guess that itâs now." Pippa mumbled as they sat by the swimming pool. Were it any other time, there would be no way she would ever have given this want the time of day, but since this was her last day on earth, if all went to plan, then what was the harm?
"I have a little sister. Sheâs about three years younger than me, I think. Annoying little brat, but harmless. Of course, she doesnât know herself any more, she doesnât know me, doesnât really know anything."
"The last time she talked to me, talked to anyone, she was 5, I was 8. My mom had taken us into the city, she had to go to the bank or something boring like that. She went to get the money, leaving me and Olive outside watching some street performer, I donât remember what he was doing." Pippa sighed and shook her head, though her expression remained neutral.
"I was 8. You donât leave 8 year olds to look after anything. My mother, she never was the brightest spark, but this⊠I wasnât watching Olive, she followed something, again, I never found out what it was, she ran into the road, driver couldnât stop in time, crash."Â
Staying quiet for a moment, Pippa let out a long sigh as she reminisced over that fateful day.
"She survived of course, brain-damaged, major nerve-damage, but alive, even now, forever stuck in some care-home without a visitor⊠I go sometimes, but it's pretty pointless⊠My parents of course blamed me, I donât know if they ever talked to me properly after that, not that weâd been particularly close before the accident. I knew it wasn't my fault, but they damn sure tried to make me believe it was.
Put 'Godfrey' in my inbox for my muse to share one of their bad memories with your muse and not remember telling them.
Villain Pub || Jasper + Pippa || V6 W6 Monday Night
Jasper almost didnât want to let her go, but did so with a reluctant groan.
"As much as I would love to see you try to guess, Itâs this way." He took her hand this time, not waiting to see if she would allow it and pulled her down the hallway. a few turns later he was sliding the key into the lock and opening the door.
His apartment was fairly large for a bachelor, a mix of modern and retro. The entire wall across from the door was made of windows, and the furniture was made with the flowing retro lines but everything was a modernistic palatte in shades of grays and blues.
"Welcome to my humble abode." he said, closing the door behind him. He pulled her towards the wall of windows and poured them both a glass of scotch. He handed her a glass and took a sip of his own, looking out over the New York skyline.
"I love it up here." he said suddenly, "Makes me feel powerful to be able to look across all of this." He turned to look at her, and smiled into his glass, "But I bet you know all about that. Control. Power. Do you love the thrill of it as much as I do?"
Pippa followed him, taking his hand and letting herself be lead through the hall and into his apartment. Once inside, she instantly started looking around, taking in the interesting decor. Her places were always either strictly modern or strictly vintage, but this mix was certainly interesting.
âThe power? Oh you have no ideaâ She muttered, sipping her drink and staring out over the city with a sly smirk. âI can literally make people do whatever I want. For example, if I were to say, oh I donât know, walk over her and put your hands on my waist , you would powerless to resistâ she said, raising her eyebrow at him, intertwining her words with her ability and let it do itâs thing.
Hush Little Baby || Shay, Pippa, Jasper & Robert || V6 W7 Tuesday Afternoon
"Iâm afraid youâre wrong my dear Miss Song." He said, "Whatever satisfaction I get from killing you will be nowhere near as satisfying as making your greatest fear into reality." He pulled her away from Shay, putting distance between the two and keeping her safe. But now he had to make sure sheâd be safe from her for always. That Pippa would never be able to bother her again. "I have to keep my word, because I am a man of my word. And if I am not a man of my word I am nothing." He said, "But you do want to die Miss Song. Because really, youâre boring. Youâre just as dull as all these tiny people in this city, unsuspecting of the events to come. Youâre boring." He tilted his head, his tone suddenly changing as he whispered in her ear.Â
âSo let me hear you say it again.â
Jasper laughed against her throat, the sound vibrating against her skin. Shayâs free hand shot up to card through the short hair at the back of his neck, the other sliding low over his hip as he pulled her closer with one hand on the back of her hips.
"Really? Because when youâre asleep, youâre my little doll. A toy for me to play with. I can make you do as I wish, whatever it is that I want, and I can take it from you with minimal effort." He watched as her face drew nearer to his own, delighting in the slight shaking he could see from the fight she was no doubt giving at the pull.
"So you see my dear, while there is more challenge in the conquest of a woman without forcing her, there are certain pleasures from the delight in the complete control over another." He grinned down at her as he felt her hand slipping from the back of his head, down his sculpted chest and taut stomach until her hand rested against the obvious hardness of his arousal.
"So I repeat, nothing is beneath me doll face. And if you really think that youâre not mine to control and do with what I please? Why donât you make me stop hmm? Oh thatâs right⊠you canâtâŠ"Â
With that said, their lips crashed together. If anyone were able to see, it would be obvious the hate between them.
Shay scrunched her face up in disgust again. âI hate you.â she practically whimpered as she tried to fight him by resisting the pull towards his face. She felt hot, warm liquid spilling out of her nose as she fought him, a whine escaping her outside the dream as he hands clutched the chair tightly, knuckles turning white.
"And youâre disgusting." Shay spat, glaring at him with more hate than she could muster. Even more than she had for Albert.Â
She closed her eyes as he forced her hand down his body, stopping at the erection that could clearly be felt through his pants. âStop.â Shay whispered pleadingly. âPlââ But then she felt his lips press against her and she tried to pull back, making the blood trickle from her nose a little more, dripping over the side of her cheek.
Boring. Dull. Possibly the only kinds of words that ever had an effect on her, but Robert knew that. He was saying these things because, well, they were probably true, and that he wanted to make her suffer. That's what he wanted, she knew it was what she deserved, but Pippa would give anything for him just to wipe her out properly.Â
"Please. Please just kill me. It wont matter if I die, it didn't matter that I lived." She said in a wobbly, low voice as her eyes watched Shay, who seemed to be in some kind of distress, even in her sleep. "Something's wrong with your friend" She mumbled, looking down at the ground and gritting her teeth.
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