Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā this is seriously going to kill her.Ā honest to god.Ā swear to jehovah.Ā hours into the debate and shaylaās nowhere near giving up her position.Ā sheās totally------Ā Ā āfunding should go to the youth center,ā she says matter-of-factly,Ā āfuck nader.Ā heās an old-school, conservative-kissing asshole anyway.Ā you remember when he tried to pass some homophobic bill two sessions ago? guyās awful------donāt know howĀ he keeps getting elected, ugh.āĀ shay rolls her eyes where sheās lounged across the couch tucked into her closet-sized office,Ā coffee cup of chardonnay in hand and eyes on her nails as she frowns at the dirt embedded beneath the manicure.Ā gross.Ā Ā āforget his vote.Ā whatās yours?Ā scratch my back, iāll scratch yours------āĀ pauses.Ā considers.Ā glancing up, she tries for casualĀ when she says,Ā ādepending on what bill youāre tabling next.Ā i can swing you a neutral vote.Ā if you get me my youth center.āĀ Ā @mvstiical
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā sitting across from him with an easy, secretive smile on his faceā the boy is an open flame. his lithe fingers trail down the curve of his forearm, drawing out sparks wherever his wandering touch goes, and with a hunger for MORE pounding in his chest ⦠jae reacts like gasoline; ready to consume and destroy all in one breath!āĀ think you wanted more than just a smoke when you followed me out back.Ā Ā ā he cocks his head to the left, his voice taking on a suggestive and deceptively teasing tone, as he gauges the boyās expression. shaded eyes gleaming over a now flattened smile.Ā ā got more than you bargained for?Ā or did you get exactly what you wantedĀ tonightĀ ?Ā āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā the tension between them is ELECTRIFYING; a perfect blend between attraction and aggression. and the fact that they alone share this murderous secret in a room full of people has jae feeling ā¦Ā euphoric. heās hardly expected the boy to react this way, so nonchalant in the way he talks about what heās just seen ( as if he had merely walked in on something much less HORRIFIC and more mundane than a murderĀ ), and he canāt help but admit that heās beginning to love the way the boy looks at him. like heās just seen god in the way heās killed a man.Ā ā what is it that they say about the devil?Ā ā he chuckles dryly, the same coy smile on his lips as he watches him through hooded eyes,Ā ā the master of disguiseĀ comes in many forms.Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā siwon drags his fingers over sharp knuckles,Ā āknow me so well?āĀ smiles like a jackknife, gleaming white and teasing.Ā Ā teeth with tact.Ā Ā eyes dark, siwon raises a brow and challenges,Ā ātell me, then.Ā tell me what i want.āĀ Ā the truth isnāt hard to parcel together.Ā siwon knows when to play finesse and when to go for the throat, when to play and when to surrender.Ā his eyes linger on those hands, thoseĀ lips, and that taste of skin peeking over the hem of a shirt for a reason.Ā lingering back with a half-step, siwon curls his hand around the cold, sweaty glass of a drink heās only bought for appearances.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā siwon breaks this boy down.Ā sleepy eyes that strike, a pair of murderous hands. Ā light shoulders and a confident tilt of the chin, angelic cheekbones curving for a wicked smile. Ā parts and parts and parts. Ā none of it should fit together and yet------Ā Ā Ā āis that who you are, then?Ā sin, incarnate?āĀ siwon grins at the joke, buzzed enough off something other than alchol that the cheese doesnāt annoy him.Ā Ā wrapped in a silk shirt and glittering jewelry, he sweats for the gods in this ritzy nightclub.Ā at his back, the VIPĀ wing waits with a black-clad bodyguard, and he feelsĀ all those eyes on him as his stands a little straighterr as he takes the bait with nothing but a soft smile and a toss of his hair.Ā Ā āguess i better get on my knees, pray a little.āĀ drinks.Ā drains the glass dry.Ā ātell me, devil.Ā is that what i want?āĀ Ā walking towards another murder or a thrill------heāll wait and see.Ā maybe it wonāt be so bad, death with those handsĀ wrapped around his neck.
With murders left and right, Alexandra had to keep herself busy or else sheād spiral thinking about how much danger everyone could be in. Her loyalty first and foremost was to the lotharios ( she had to keep telling herself that, they were the family that supported hers after all ) and they gave her everything. But in times like this, she couldnāt help but feel terrible for Nat. She was her friend, how couldnāt Alex have done something? For a spy, she really only knew what others told her. She felt worried about Leo, who seemed to grow even more reckless in times of danger. In an ideal world, all the families would be safe, but she knew the way this would go. Too engrossed in her thoughts to realize the person walking towards her, a flash of a second later had her apologizing to the other.Ā āSorry itās just one of those days,ā She shook her head, looking at the spilled coffee.Ā āThatās gonna be a pain to clean, please let me help you with that -Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āwhat the fuc-rick!āĀ shayla stands, coffee stains already blooming on her white satin blouse and seeping into her skin.Ā frantic, she pulls the shirt off where it sticks to her belly and bra, but isnāt fast enough to stop the shock.Ā (Ā hell------sheās barelyĀ able to stop the curse word from slipping past her lips and winding up spread across the front page of some shitty local newspaper or a twitter account )Ā phone in hand and call still going, shayla snaps her head up and grimaces, "are you kiddingĀ me right now.Ā are you serious.Ā oh my god.āĀ constituent call after constituent call, meeting after meeting and NOWĀ sheās got to go home and fucking CHANGEĀ because some DIPSHIT--------- shayla cuts herself off.Ā focuses on the breathing techniques her yoga instructor recommended.Ā in through the nose, out through the mouth.Ā (Ā itās not working.Ā )Ā through tightly-pressed lips, she closes her eyes and edges out,Ā āwhere are the napkins.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā thereās something WRONG with himĀ ā something absent in the curl of his smile. his lips drawn into a grin that looks misplaced on him; too sinister and barbaricĀ for the softness in his features. and thereās an emptiness that fillsĀ his chest, flooding his body with a shuddering DARKNESS,Ā pumping that black, sinful, evil in his veins.Ā half-cast in the shade of the alleyway, he begins to feel like the fucking devilĀ !Ā onyx eyes reflecting nothing and yet knowing everything. heās well aware that heās being watched, feeling that familiar gaze upon his back again as he performs the last rites, but he carries on anyway. thrilled to have an audience to bear witness to these crimes.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the lights change with the song. Ā violets and blues, soft on theĀ face and a lean, promising body. Ā but eyes ------ they stay flat and black, and this boyās stare glitters in the hazy darkness with a secret the two share and a little more. Ā he wears danger like a favorite jacket. Ā with that mockery of a grin twisting those full lips, he knows it, too. Ā taking a sip of his drink, siwon thinks that a boy like this could get him into a lot of trouble.Ā yet he runs full speed into the flashing lights with a slow, pure smile, licking the alcohol from his lips.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āa favor? i just wanted a smoke.ā Ā siwon says, coy innocence thatās anything but. Ā the music's loud and he speaks low, a grumble from the chest that clashes with the high, frantic beats shaking the air around them. Ā āprofessional like yourself ------ā leans closer, close enough for the boy to smell the goddamn cologne on siwon's skin,Ā Ā āshould know to get paid first. Ā demanding it after?ā Ā siwon shakes his head and clicks his tongue as he draws back,Ā Ā ātacky.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā siwon thinks about the gun they're hiding, maybe even wearing. Ā the breath in his lungs gets lighter and he makes the choice not to look away. Ā a silver earring dangles from one ear, falling beneath fluffy, overgrown dark waves that curl underneath his ear when he tilts his head. āyou said you were just a shadow?" Ā siwon touches the boy's arm, runs a broad, soft palm over the curve of an elbow, down to the hand that held a gun to a man's temple just a few moments before. Ā their skin's hot. Ā scorching like the thick humidity outside those doors.Ā siwon feels a roughness there, hardness from training, gripping metal, or shitty skincare.Ā most of all ------ feels power.Ā siwon lifts his eyes, Ā āfeels human to me.āĀ
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āOur. Our people.ā Ā Shelicks her lips and her tired eyes fall on Shaylaās visage as she leans backinto her stool. Valentina respects Shayla. Sheās always admired a strong womanin charge and if the game is played correctly, there was still so much for theother woman to conquer in a city like Victory. However, thereās some softnessin her companion that Valentina feels the need to scrape off. āIām telling youI have nothing.ā She nods her acknowledgment of Shaylaās words. The woman isnātwrong but there is truly nothing she can do to mend the situation at thismoment. āYou know what doesnāt look good for polls? Officials who donāt lookcertain. Even if I have nothing or if you have nothing, you canāt show themthat face. Fake it until you make it. The family swore someone in. This mayorhas proven to be efficient and reliable, as stable as Mr. Higgings. And withevery positive thing you have to say as filler for our new mayor, you saysomething even more positive about Johnathan. He was the staple, the founder,the one who made this all possible. This new mayor will not only have toughshoes to fill butĀ will fill them with pride. You see, take the focus awayfrom the murder and the unfortunate event that followed and give the peoplesomething to look forward to. From a crisis comes perseverance and Victory hasproven they can always persevere. Be the pertinacious woman I know you are.āShe stared into her eyes. āAnd never doubt my word.ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā our people. Ā right.Ā red lips press together disapprovingly as she moves on. Ā āfake it till you make it won't win elections,ā she replies bitterly. Ā not among the people in her district ------ so used to the action of the amari family name, so used to results.Ā shayla's had to move heaven and hell just to keep up appearances in that godawful faux leather seat. Ā combing through her hair, she sits back in her seat. Ā straightens. Ā breathes. Ā this isn't the end of the world. Ā āthey won't like it. Ā the girl was loved.Ā pretty and young --- the right kind of face for the front page and an insta post.ā Ā she can't talk about johnathan or the new mayor. Ā ass kissing for someone green in a seat ripe on the heels of a tragedy. Ā it's too transparent. Ā the calls and tweets will only get worse. Ā āi don't doubt your word, val,ā shayla says seriously. Ā āitās everyone else ...Ā them, iāll doubt until iām proven otherwise.Ā same as everyone else in this city.āĀ tapping her nails on the bartop, shayla thinks and thinks, flips through the rolodex in her mind before settling--- Ā āthere's a petition making rounds calling for a remodel of the community center.Ā over in the old neighborhood. Ā crime's gone up, people want somewhere safe for their kids to go after school.ā Ā that,Ā she can sell. Ā focus on the kids. Ā don't neglect the violence but sell them something else. Ā something better. Ā something safe, a thing they can touch, see, and feel to make them feel safe. Ā she looks at valentina,Ā āi'll need some tax credits for the funding. Ā if the mayor can be convinced to pull some strings on their end, it'll look good for them, too.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā flashes of GOLD and crimson scatter across the roomā the tails of tracing lights caught in the rising smoke of the club. glimpses of satin skin peek through the crowd and the open faced moans of strangers desperate for touchĀ are deafened beneath the music. if he wasnāt on duty tonight, jae would surely be enjoying himself, loving the velveteen dream heās somehow found himself in! but with the weight of his gun pressing deeper into his chest, an unforgiving reminder of the promise heās made, jae tears his gaze from the boy across the roomā knowing full well that he still has his attention when he slips deeper into the darkness. though heās intriguedĀ ( and god knows all too eager to RUIN the pretty smile on his face ), jaeās a firm believer in work before play. and he canāt help but feel properly motivated to finish the job when he catches his latest target in the alleyway outside; a growing smile splitting across his face as the man turns to face him, the freshly lit cigarette limply danging between his lips.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ i assume you know why iām here.Ā āĀ jae murmurs as he closes the distance between them with slow and deliberate stepsā the glint in his eyes unmistakable in the twisting shadows. the manās face visibly blanches, his words caught in the cotton of his throat, as he takes a few steps backwards. his back hits the wall, the unexpected force shaking loose whatever excuses heās got stuck in between gritted teeth,Ā Ā āĀ no, please!Ā youāve gotten this all mixed up. i swear, i SWEAR i didnāt say anything to the police about anyone. anything! ā when the informant sees that jae isnāt buying it, he changes his tune, suddenly hysterical, āĀ just let me go, man. iāll just disappear. iāll fucking leave right now and the bianchis will never be the wiser. please.Ā Ā ā youngjae cocks his head, pretending to consider the plea, before allowing his smile to flattenā soft features turning into stone as he sucker-punches the man, watching almost in glee as he clumsily tumbles onto the floor.Ā ā i think itās you whoās got it mixed upā¦Ā ā jae says before stepping on the manās hand, digging deep enough to illicit a yelp,Ā ā iām not doing this because iām being paid to. iām doing this because i want to.Ā Ā āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā that stare hits harder than the black lights and siwon feels the weight of it like a punch to the gut.Ā feels like a revival, a motherfucking awakening.Ā Ā siwon knows he's been caught looking but he can't bring himself to care ------ shameless as he stares, watching the boy turn his back and disappear in the shadows. Ā siwon makes it an invitation and stands, āiāmĀ going out for a smoke.āĀ cigarette butts and blunts lie in the ashtray on the table, most of them his to get through the night, but he steps past the ropes anyway to brave the sweating bodies and wandering hands.Ā all to chase a curious boy. Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā ------- just let me go, man ------- ā Ā a body on the groundāsĀ not what he expects when siwon shoulders open the back door of the club.Ā itās better.Ā the alleyway's ripe with half-rotten trash and salty sea air but siwon knowsĀ heās stumbled on something biblical.Ā night swallows them up, a blade of the orange from a distant streetlight illuminates one body.Ā Ā broad and confident, wide with command.Ā Ā movement reveals another, shaking and desperate against the grime.Ā the door closes softly behind him and two bodies in the alley become three, siwon still holding a goddamn lighter between two fingers and a cigarette tucked behind an ear.Ā stay, stay, stay---Ā rooted, eyes as bright as the glint of the gun under the moon.Ā thereās a body lying not ten feet from him and siwon leans against the wall and flicks a wheel, lights up and gets ready for a show.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā either he or the boy look like salvation because siwon hears a finalĀ Ā āpleaseā before the final, quiet pop.Ā the clubās bass is thundering, night thriving in the street just outside.Ā thereās nothing climactic about a soul leaving a body in this shithouse but siwon feels it all the same, eyes captured on the spot where a fist goes slack and all that fight leaves in a single, final breath.Ā the momentās over as soon as itās begun, butĀ siwonās feeling a lightness in his chest.Ā the Ā feeling after a good fuck, the feeling of slowing down after driving too fast.Ā short but satisfying.Ā Ā reverb of a better pleasure.Ā aftershocks wired.Ā his eyes go from the slack, open grip to the one holding the gun and siwon just------Ā Ā smiles.Ā enjoyed the show, babe.Ā siwon drops the still-glowing cigarette to the ground and heads back inside for the bar.Ā like nothingās even happened.Ā not even a word.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā ------didnāt think anyone could make a weapon look pretty,āĀ siwon mentions when they find each other again.Ā here or there, it doesnāt matter.Ā the timingās right and heās not going to hide that he saw, not from them.Ā finger drawing loose, lazy circles around the rim of a glass, he levels a look at the boy.Ā a brow quirks.Ā Ā ābut youāre all that and more, arenāt you?Ā pretty.ā
Sheās listening, she truly is. Valentinaās gaze however, remains on the amber liquid in her glass. Shaylaās concerns come as no surprise to her. She expected this, expected worse. But then again, the worse is probably still to come and while that isnāt comforting in the least bit, whatās done is done.Ā āTell them you donāt have answers.ā She finally responded dryly and took a sip of her scotch.Ā āItās the truth. You donāt have to worry about purgery. They cannot expect you to know everything just hours after the fact. once I have a clearer statement for you, Iāll pass it along. And if you want me to take care of the ones after your wife, trust that I can.ā She has many in her pocket. A reporter or two is a walk in the park. She smirks and looks over to ShaylaĀ Ā āDo you believe we are responsible for this? Is that what youāre telling me?āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āyour people own this city, and youāre telling me you have nothing.āĀ itās not a question.Ā an observation.Ā an crappy one.Ā lips tight, teeth set.Ā swearing under her breath, shayla shakes her head and looks at the bartenderās back as they walk away.Ā Ā āitās 2019, valentina.Ā people doĀ want answers hours after the fact.Ā hell, they want a tweet minutesĀ after finding it themselves.Ā everythingās instant.Ā if itās not, itās late.Ā and late doesnāt look good for polls.āĀ elections are just around the corner.Ā any wakness and theyāll start gunning for a replacement.Ā shayla canāt lose her seat.Ā Ā āno. thatās not---Ā theyāre fine.Ā just assholes.Ā Ā theĀ press always is.āĀ she regrets opening her mouth.Ā doesnāt want her hands dirtier than they are now.Ā Ā "i donāt know whoās responsible. and from the sound of it, you donāt know either unless youāre lying.āĀ glass of sparkling water gripped so tight in her hand that her knuckles raise white, shayla eyes valentina.Ā Ā āiām trusting youāre not.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā electronic music pulses through the leather seats and the vip section smells like cheap beer and ashesĀ where siwon sits.Ā a co-star prattles away at his ear, shares an old college story siwonās only casually listening to while his eyes watch the dance floor.Ā sweating bodies and wandering hands bleeding gold and red beneath the lights.Ā a millennial bacchanal, greed and lust, all the good stuff.Ā fingertips tease coyly against his thigh but itās not the sweet thing next to him thatās caught his attention.Ā the boy lingering past the thick velvet ropes and sea of peopleĀ does.Ā a pretty face ------ must be a reason theyāre playing hide and seekĀ in the shadows.Ā siwon glances again, doesnāt hide the fact that heās watching as he sips from a glass.
āOkay. I NEED a drink. Care to join me?ā The youngest Bianchi huffed out as he collapsed into a nearby chair, āI was hooking up with this guy and his WIFE walked in. The fucker failed to mention that he was marriedā¦and to a womanā¦Iām just grateful I still have all my balls. Please donāt tell my Dadā¦ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā siwon takes a slow drag of a cigarette and keeps his eyes away.Ā doesnāt even look at tommy when they come to steal the bit of peace found in this place.Ā the crowd insideās thick, music loud and obnoxious.Ā Ā ā --------- and what about my face says iām even remotely interested in what you and your dickāve been up to?āĀ Ā voice cold and dry, crumbling out of his throat like ashes.Ā when siwon isnāt liquor-logged, heās gentler.Ā Ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā to say that rosalina was tired was a complete an utter understatement.Ā the entire police station was working restlessly to find a killer they were almost certain was the bianchi leader.Ā she had to separate herself from their thinking , not everything could be traced to any of the big families in victoria.Ā she had to work with the body , the body of someone who she knew ā- it was difficult it was both mentally and physically exhausting given the fact that it was unlike anything they had seen before.Ā she had learned to the tell tale signs of gang violence , she could identify it from mile away.Ā however , this was new.Ā the detectives swore it was a new method , something that would be used by them but untraceable , but that was where she crossed the line.Ā she sat in the chair of the restaurant , holding a steaming mug of coffee as she stared aimlessly thinking back to the scene of the crime.Ā mind riddled with different speculations until she noticed how red her hands were. she lowered the mug rubbing her hands together to get red of the burning sensation.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā shayla arches a perfectly the manicured brow.Ā Ā āenjoying your coffee?āĀ the resturantās busy for the hour, families and couples and singles poured over menus, drinks, and steaming plates as waiters bus to make them happy.Ā soft-core music plays over speakers hidden in tacky, fake palm trees around the dining room floor.Ā itās not a place shayla normally finds herself in outside of campaign hours.Ā dropping her purse in a spare seat at the table, shayla sits with a flourish, the flounces of her blouse bouncing and hair shining under the lights with the movement.Ā Ā āmind if i join?āĀ she asks, delayed.Ā she doesnāt care for the answer and thatās made clear in the way sheās reaching for a plastic menu across.Ā Ā āi made an appointment with your office for tomorrow, but i hope youāre not one of those who only talk work at work.āĀ shayla flips the menu open and eyes rosalina over the top, daring her to say otherwise.
She trusted in Enriqueās word. It had never failed her before and she was sure that wouldnāt change now. Even with the mess they were all trying to sweep under a rug, Valentina was convinced this new mayor was not only what the family needed but what the town needed. Soon, the Higgingsā family disaster would be forgotten. Or she hoped. needed it to. The alliance would falter if people started to point fingers. Pulled from her thoughts, she looks over to the person beside her and nods before calling the bartender over.Ā āItās a long night. We both look like we need something stiff.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āvalentina------Ā do you have any idea of the load of shit my office is in right now?Ā calls,Ā hundreds of them.āĀ she leans closer and spits, a harsh, hushed whisper,Ā āthe press were at my house again this morning.Ā Ā they followed my wife.Ā ------Ā i canāt keep delaying a press conference.Ā people want answers.Ā voters want answers.āĀ five dead bodies.Ā Ā one, a goddamn higgins.Ā what the fuck.Ā the bartender arrives with foggy glasses in hand and shayla presses her lips together, lipstick bleeding along the edges as she leans away.Ā Ā ācanāt drink.Ā iām driving.Ā the last thing i need right now is a DUIĀ scandal, god------āĀ a fake laugh, tight with nerves she refuses to hide from valentina romero.Ā city hall was chaos.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, ever since pursued me. ā
ā * ā ā kim taehyung + agenderĀ /Ā male + he/them Ā» * hey did you know that siwon jeon resides in victoria?? the twenty - four year old is known for being around buena vista apartments. the actor has been living in victoria for two years. they do not believe that the bianchis are behind victoriaās murder. the people closest to them describe the pansexual + capricorn to be attentive and daring as well as deceitful and hubristic.
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ā  ⦠ * Ā CHARACTER āā background.
Is there such a thing as loving a child too much?Ā The Jeons would sayĀ no, of course not. For all they knew, Siwonās birth was a blessing for an elderly, unlucky couple; a beautiful baby in their arms after years of trying so hard.Ā But for all of the devotion Siwonās parents gave, to Seoul and the rest of the world, they were nothing.Ā Ā Itās a strange transition; going from prince to pauper, and it as a transition Siwonās never taken to very well.Ā The world can be a cold place for a middle-class family, and Siwon did not appreciate being ignored.Ā Careful steps started Siwon down a path of stars and adoration.Ā First, with an orchestra where they performed symphony after symphony.Ā Then, with their face, pretty and youthful that caught a lucky talent scoutās eye.Ā And finally, with their command of a camera and the way they moved a country to tears.Ā They became a star easily.Ā Ā A fresh face whoās schedule spilled over the margins,Ā but it still wasnāt enough to have them on their knees.Ā Siwon looked to the west and saw more, saw yet another kingdom to conquer.Ā Ā After finding Los Angeles and New York City too crowded for their taste, Siwon moved to Victoria and has easily found a place in the budding talent industry. Today, itās a soap opera thatās become a viral success andĀ a theater stage with a promising future.Ā Ā What will it be tomorrow?
ā  ⦠ * Ā ZODIAC SIGN āā capricorn.
ā Capricorn is a sign that represents time and responsibility, and its representatives are traditional and often very serious by nature. These individuals possess an inner state of independence that enables significant progress both in their personal and professional lives. They are masters of self-control and have the ability to lead the way, make solid and realistic plans, and manage many people who work for them at any time. They will learn from their mistakes and get to the top based solely on their experience and expertise. ā ( x )
ā Architects accept and work with inconsistencies that make perfect sense to them ā at least from a purely rational standpoint. For example, Architects can be both the most positive dreamers and the bitterest pessimists at the same time. On the positive side, these personalities believe nothing is impossible with enough effort, intellect, and thought. But there is usually another side to most beliefs. On the negative side, they might also believe that people are usually too lazy, unimaginative, or selfish to reach hard goals ā but this idea wonāt put them off chasing their own. ā Ā ( x )
ā A neutral evil villain does whatever she can get away with. She is out for herself, pure and simple. She sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. She has no love of order and holds no illusion that following laws, traditions, or codes would make her any better or more noble. On the other hand, she doesn't have the restless nature or love of conflict that a chaotic evil villain has. ā Ā ( x )
ā  ⦠ * Ā CHARACTER āā miscellaneous.
Hobbies: long naps. watching the sunset. popping up in page six.Ā movies at home. spa days. sculpting. cleaning their apartment. video games. cooking. trolling social media. rehearsing lines. taking acting classes. playing the piano. reading.
Personal style:Ā effortless. sophisticated. a mix of masculine and feminine silhouettes, colors, and styles. likes skinny or fitted jeans and oversized blouses. loves layers. adores tacky, kitschy things theyāll find at mom nā pop shops or at the thrift store. will wear a blazer or cardigan with anything. a sunglasses hoe. earrings and skinny bracelets. beanies and hats. sneakers and loafers.
Occupations: actor.
ā  ⦠ * WANTED āā arcs.
ā Siwon is on the fringes of the Allianceās circle. The only connections he knows of are his drug dealersĀ ------ and then he only suspects, doesnāt know for certain. Heās new to the city, still learning just how much the Alliance has itās claws in the institutions. Even then, his informationās secondhand, thanks to a few whoāve let things slipĀ when theyāre together. Heās intrigued. Thereās a hunger he feels, a hunger to know and to get involved. Wants more than a life on the silver screen but hasnāt figured a way in. He will soon. That, heās certain of.
ā A self-centered glutton needs as many friends as anyone else. Siwonās surrounded himself with flatterersĀ who need an inĀ to the circles heās attached to, and to the realistsĀ who keep him grounded. Sure, heād stab in the back any chance he could get, but thereās one or two best friendsĀ that he loves almost as much as he loves himself. As he seeks to sink his teeth into the true grit and power this city promises, who else will fall into his wings ------ and who will fall out?
ā Thereās those who see right through him. Past the smiles, the interviews, the quiet nights spent at premiers and openings and know him for the serpent he is. Thereās not many, heās a careful actor, after all, and whether they like the dangerĀ he wants and sees the promise is up for question. Siwon could prove to be a powerful ally or a devastating cost, who will be the first to see that?
ā As superficial as he seems, Siwon lovesĀ love. Wants to possess, wants to be the center of someoneās entire world. Itās unhealthy, addicting, and hard as fuck. So far, heās settled for a few one night stands whoās passions run out as soon as they grow bored with one another. In public, heās attached to someone whoās career benefits from the stunt just as much as his does. How much longer will he be satisfied with this half-ass foolishness?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Thereās something to be said for hunger:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā at least it lets you know youāre still alive. ā
ā * ā ā ā summer bishil + cis female + she/her Ā» * believe it or notĀ shayla amariĀ is working for theĀ lotharioĀ family.Ā they areĀ thirty - fourĀ years of age and are known to usually spend their time aroundĀ victoria court.Ā theĀ city councilor,Ā who has been a part of the alliance forĀ three years,Ā has been living in victoria forĀ thirty years.Ā the people closest to them describe theĀ lesbian + sagittariusĀ to beĀ headstrongĀ andĀ generousĀ as well asĀ temperamentalĀ andĀ heedless.Ā Ā
ā  ⦠ * Ā CHARACTER āā background.
Shaylaās spent her entire life in her mother shadow reaching for the sun.Ā A fierce defender of the voiceless, Shaylaās mother was one of the earliest outspoken critics of Victoriaās powerful elite, an activist waving a flag in the middle of a war.Ā Living was dangerousĀ then, but Shayla was told it as all worth it.Ā And maybe she didnāt understand it then, didnāt appreciate the full gravity of what her mother was sacrificing.Ā In the moment, all she knew was they walked looking over their shoulders and that she could never go anywhere after dark.Ā Growing up, Shayla was a constant disappointment, giving her mother all the trouble she experienced in her youth.Ā Parties.Ā Girls.Ā Bad grades.Ā Skipping class and blowing curfew.Ā Teenage rebellion didnāt leave her even when she left the teen years behind ------ but it did bite her in the ass when she wanted to go to college.Ā Trying to grow upĀ with a shabby starting point as rough, but she did it.Ā Community college degree; a decent job that paid just enough to cover student loans and a shitty apartment.Ā Her mother didnāt offer to help.Ā Shayla didnāt bother asking.Ā Just like always, she could do just fineĀ on her own.Ā A few years and some very choiceĀ decisions with her finances, though, left her in a tight bind.Ā Debtors breathing down her neck and a credit score shot to shit.Ā The Alliance sniffed out her desperation like sharks to blood and offered her a proposition.Ā Days from losing her house and living on the street, Shayla agreed.Ā Building a campaign on the back of her deceased motherās name with Alliance money, Shayla ran for city council and won a seat.Ā Has been keeping it warm for the Alliance for years.Ā Watching the deck stack against her, Shayla canāt help but wonder --- when will it all come falling down?
ā  ⦠ * Ā ZODIAC SIGN āā sagittarius.
ā It's no surprise that Jupiter, the planet of abundance, spirituality, and growth, governs Sagittarius. With so many journeys under their belt, Sagittarians are excellent storytellers and can light up any room with their exhilarating tales and infectious laughter. Effortlessly magnetic, Sags easily attract friends and lovers with their senses of humor. They're the comedians of the zodiac and infuse all of their conversations with wit and "no bullshit" bluntness. While their bon mots are unmatched, Sags must remember to keep their sharp tongues in check. Though they know a lot, they donāt know everything ā and if they're not careful, they can come off as pretentious or arrogant. ā ( x )
ā ESTPs are outgoing, straight-shooting types. Enthusiastic and excitable, ESTPs are ādoersā who live in the world of action. Blunt, straight-forward risk-takers, they are willing to plunge right into things and get their hands dirty. They live in the here-and-now, and place little importance on introspection or theory. The look at the facts of a situation, quickly decide what should be done, execute the action, and move on to the next thing. ā Ā ( x )
ā A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but heās kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. ā Ā ( x )
ā  ⦠ * Ā CHARACTER āā miscellaneous.
Hobbies: maxing out credit cards. shopping. morning jogs in the park. gardening in the office. imagining world domination. pinterest-ing. facebook stalking the competition. kickboxing class. gambling. being bitter about the alliance.
Personal style: button-down blouses. tailored slacks. smooth skirts. heels higher than heaven. bangles, earrings, and necklaces. loves all colors --- neutrals and jewel tones. inspired a lot by european fashion. strives for a simple,Ā ātasteful,ā and expensive aesthetic, but also loves to shine under the florida sun. hardly wears the same thing twice. adores scarves.Ā
Occupations: city councilwoman.
ā  ⦠ * WANTED āā arcs.
ā After three years, youād expect for her hatred of the Alliance to temper. No. Itās grown. Festered like an open wound. Some senseĀ her disdain, watch her closely. Sheās never held her tongue before, why would she now? Others understand, the one or two loyal faces sheās spoken openly --- dumbly?Ā --- about this with. Sheās tired. Tired of the violence and tired of the havoc. One day, sheāll see this all crumble. One day, sheāll stand atop the rubble victorious.Ā
ā Friends. Faces. Ones who remind her thereās more to life than lying and stealing and twisting and thieving. Whether theyāre shopping pals, brunch buddies, or event goers, Shaylaās thrilled to see their faces and they never talk about the Alliance, even if theyāre apart of it. If Shayla hasnāt explicitly told them sheās indebted to the Alliance, theyād never guess. She tends to keep it this way.
ā Sheās married. Unhappily so. Whether they began as a happy couple or not is nothing but a memory. Three years of secrecy would do this to any foundation. A new faceĀ attracts Shaylaās attention and makes her question her vows ------ but for now, imaginingās better than anything. Thereās also a string of ex-loversĀ of all genders in her past, twisted in relationships thatāve crumbled to hatred or latched on indifference.Ā
ā Shaylaās lived in Victoria all her life. She has neighbors, childhood friends, high school enemies, and even more, people who knew her mother. Itās this latter she has an issue with the kind who reminder her just how far sheās fallen, how weak she is when compared with the matriarch of the Amari family. Someone may even be supsicious of the once-deadbeat daughter commanding political office. Shayla hopes they donāt go digging.
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