unbreakable walls

Remi: I'm fucking NOT FINE

Remi: Are you in one piece?

Dawson: Answer the damn question - are you hurt?

Dawson: Yes, I'm in one piece.

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Lorelei gasped and tried to move away from the hands that touched her face. “This can’t be happening,” her mind was saying over and over again. It was like being stuck inside a nightmare, not being able to wake up and turning worse by the minute. “I can’t move,” she said almost in a whisper. “My legs are free and they don’t hurt but I can’t move my arms,” she added, blinking to try and clear her vision so she could see better. “What happened?” Lorelei asked out loud, trying to understand what was going on and how she got where she was, stuck under a tree. She could hear screams and yells around her and that was only making her panic even more. “My hands are hurt,” Lorelei took a deep breath. “I know they’re bleeding.” 

“Don’t move, you’ll make everything worse,” Dawson ordered in more of a softer tone just to make her not panic even more. Keeping his hands on her face, he moved his head around to check the areas where he could possibly remove some of the tree to get her free. “Hey, hey...look at me,” he said, looking back down into her eyes. “You’re going to be okay, we’re going to get you out of here. Just keep listening to my voice and don’t think about anything else,” he said softly. “What’s your name?”

//

Alexandra turned her head when she heard Dawson’s voice. “Dawson!” She leaned against him for a second as soon as he put his arm around her, nodding her head. “God, I could say the same thing about you. You really weren’t kidding when you said you’d hold me back,” she teased as she put her hands down against the ground, pushing herself up as she glanced down at her feet standing on the rising puddle. She glanced around the room as she inhaled, counting the number of heads she could see. “I see about seven people,” her eyes landed on Marco. “Everyone gets out of here alive, do you understand me?” She turned her head back towards  Dawson. “Everyone,”

As much as Dawson wanted to let some of the Syndicate members die in here, Alexandra was right - everyone needed to get out of there alive. “Everyone gets out of here alive,” he assured her with a nod before looking around more and seeing the main door of the pool house jammed. “I’m going to try and break open the door,” he said before turning back to Alexandra and cupping her face in his hands, reminding himself that she was alive. “Go help the others and I’ll see you soon.” Leaning forwards, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before letting her go and moving towards the main door.

Dawson: I hope you get this message..

Finding himself already covered in water, Dawson immediately stood up and looked around. “Oh fuck,” he said, quickly realizing that those inside, including him, were locked in and it was flooding at an alarming rate. When his eyes landed on a familiar face, he quickly approached. “Grace? Is that you?” He called out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder when he realized it was her stuck in there with him. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked, his eyes searching hers before moving around her body to make sure she was okay.

LOCATION: THE POOL HOUSE

Alexandra’s eyes squinted open as her eyes glanced around to the people around her, noting  the fact they were all inside of this building and the water flooding the house in an extreme rate. All she knew was despite the disagreements most of them in this room probably had and the divide they held outside these walls… They all had to work together to get out of here if they wanted to live. “Everyone okay?” She called out. 

“Hello?” Dawson called out, his eyes searching for the voice he heard and making his way over to it. “Alexandra?” When his eyes landed on her, he quickly looked her over for wounds before wrapping an arm around her. “Fuck, I’m glad you’re alright. We gotta get out of here and fast,” he said, realizing that this place was flooding at an insane speed.

Lorelei blinked and gasped for a few moments, trying to make sense of where she was and what just happened. Everything in front of her was green and strangely, soft. Her fingers touched a few leaves and she looked down at the chest to realize that there were many on top of her clothes as well. Groaning, she tried to raise her head and torso, but she couldn’t. Blinking a few times more, she came to realize that was stuck under a tree and no matter how much she pushed against it, the damn thing wouldn’t move. Lorelei stared at ther hands to see them covered in blood, making her panic. She could move her legs and arms, but other than that, she was completely trapped. 

"Fuck,” Dawson breathed out as he got himself up from the explosion, quickly checking to see if he was hurt before looking around. “Hello?” He called out, squinting his eyes to adjust. He saw the others struggling to get up and while some were rubbing their heads, his eyes landed on a hand that was sticking out from underneath a tree. Quickly making his way there, he knelt down and found a woman completely trapped underneath. “Hey, hey...are you okay? Can you hear me?” He asked, reaching his hands inside to cup her face. “Don’t move too much, if you do, this can become much worse,” he warned, trying his best to keep her steady. “Can you hear me?”

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A single manicured brow rose in response, a smirk daring to toy on her features. “Cat got your tongue?” The woman asks, unable to keep the teasing tone from coloring her voice. “Thank you, and well you, well you don’t clean up half bad either.” Reaching out, she gave the hem of his suit jacket a gentle tug. It seemed everyone had done their best to look ready for tonight, and most made it look easy. “Rum, please.” Smiling at the bartender politely, she moved her gaze back towards the male before pursing her lips. “It’s going, I can without a doubt say that.” The woman was on edge, and there were too many unfamiliar faces here. “I guess I’m just not the party type, what about yourself?”

For a second there, Dawson felt embarrassed as Charlotte took his breath away, but that’s exactly what she did. “Let’s just say, whoever your date is, is one lucky man,” he said with more of a smile, feeling off edge when he was around her. Chuckling to her tug on his suit jacket, he reached out to play with one of the many tassels on her dress by her side. “There are so many of these,” he said with another chuckle before resting his hand back on his leg and he found himself nodding to her words. “Actually, I could say the same thing.” That, and he hated how Syndicates and LVPD officers were crawling around. “I’d much rather be at a quieter bar or the gun range,” he smirked. “Though, while we’re both here, maybe we could dance later.”

Remi couldn’t help but smirk when the male leaned forward to brush strands of hair from her face. It was evident the male played the role of doting date to a key. “Did you use that same line on the girl?” she asked casually, though the playful grin rested on her lips to indicate she wasn’t serious. Chewing on her lower lip, the blonde folded a leg over the other and regarded him curiously. “I should have let you take me out on a date a lot sooner than tonight had I known you’d be this charming.” She spoke cooly before nodding her head. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll follow your lead.” She said as she placed a hand upon his knee and squeezed.

Dawson shook his head and while he knew she was teasing, he really wanted to sell his performance tonight. “Only if she’s blonde and is named Remi Kincaid,” he replied with a wink before raising his glass to his lips and taking a sip, enjoying the burn that ran down his throat. Smirking more to her next words, he grazed his tongue along his lower lip before responding. “Maybe there could be a chance for a second date...if you’re willing,” he said smoothly with more of a smile before glancing down to her hand on his knee. Fuck, she was playing the same game...while he wanted to hate it, he was enjoying it. “It’s been a while since I last danced, but I’m hoping to sweep you off of your feet.” While he knew how cheesy that sounded, he playfully winked before reaching out to run his fingers down her arm to eventually take her hand, his fingers sliding between hers. “Let’s go.” Standing up from his seat, he lead her to the dancefloor and before he knew it, he was smoothly pulling her close to him.

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Alexandra turned her head to look over at him. “You got a point, I probably don’t need to ask.” She chuckled as she brushed her tongue along her lower lip as she tapped her fingers against the glass in front of her, exhaling as she glanced over her shoulder towards the crowd, watching people as they talked and laughed together. “Do I want to know why you came with -” she gestured towards the blonde. “Her.” She glanced back towards him, arching a brow at him. “I hope you’re being smart.” She glanced down him. “You look pretty good yourself, Dawson.”

“You know I’ll kick anyone's ass for you,” Dawson told her with a smirk, shifting over to nudge her shoulder with his gently before settling back in his seat. When she pointed out his date, his eyes followed to rest on Remi who was laughing and having a good time. “Of course I know what I’m doing,” he stated, already having a plan on how to manipulate her and get information. Turning back to face Alex, he shot her a half smile for a brief moment from her compliment. “I hope your date is treating you well so far,” he said, reaching out to take his whiskey in his hand and handing her drink to her.

//

Camille cleared her throat as she let her eyes rest on him, noticing the flicker of his hues to look down at her appearance. “We have to stop meeting like this,” somehow in the last few weeks she had run into Dawson more than she had in the last two years which felt more and more ironic as each meeting occurred. Her gaze lifted up past him towards the blonde that had been on his arm when he walked in. “So does your date,” she said, her eyes moving back towards him. She exhaled softly. “You look good as well, the two of you… look good together.”

“Is it weird that I actually kind of enjoy seeing you around more often?” Dawson asked, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as his eyes stayed on hers. There were many times that he wondered what their relationship would’ve been like if she knew everything about him. To be honest, he was still protecting her and he was never going to stop. Parting his lips to her next words about Remi, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at the blonde before meeting his ex’s gaze. “I, uh...” God, he hated this. “Thank you,” he said, still feeling nervous. “You and your date-” He paused, looking over at Ryan as he was her date. “I hope he’s taking care of you well.”

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With a drink in hand, Charlotte approached the male, a knowing look held in her gaze. “You clean up well, Woods.” Pursing her lips, she moved to lean against the bar. “Then again, I’m really not all that surprised.” It seemed everyone had done their best in dressing to the nines tonight, and Charlotte couldn’t help but note it. Even if she was undercover, she had to admit, most seemed to have style. “Buy a girl a drink?”

Dawson had been keeping his eyes on Remi, smirking to himself about his plan for manipulating her. It was when his gaze rested on the brunette beauty in red approaching him. Usually, the lead enforcer would have something witty to say but Charlotte tonight...man, she took his breath away. “You...uh...” Fuck, he sounded like an idiot. “You look incredible, Charlotte,” he complimented with more of a smile, finding it easier to be genuine with the people that he enjoyed being around. Raising his hand up to get the bartenders attention, he slowly pulled his gaze from her to order their drinks. “Another glass of whiskey for me and whatever she wants,” he said before turning his attention back on her and clearing his throat a bit. “How’s your night going so far?”

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After a drink, Dylan was starting to feel a bit more relaxed, and since she couldn’t currently locate her date for the evening, and she felt like dancing, she decided to walk up to the first person she saw standing alone. “Hi- Sorry I know this may come off as extremely awkward, but would you wanna dance?”

Turning to see Dylan standing in front of him asking to dance, Dawson chuckled and while he didn’t necessarily enjoy dancing, he found himself nodding. “Yes, of course I’ll dance with you, Dylan,” he said, shooting her a smile before offering her his arm. “Shall we?” He smirked and when she took his arm, he lead her to the dance floor. “How is your night going so far? You look absolutely stunning.”

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Camille wasn’t actually sure how the night was going to go and the fact she had the nerve to jokingly ask Ryan Marshall to come with her was a miracle beyond itself. She actually tried to ask Alaina to come with her but the woman apparently already had a date which she knew she would grill her tomorrow night during their shift together. She was walking through the room to meet back up with Ryan, her gaze had been somewhere else entirely for a spilt second and by the time she looked back she was merely inches from running into someone. She dodged them, swiftly turning around to face them. “I’m so s -” a pause, her breath leaving her body for a few second. “Dawson,” 

While keeping Remi in his sights while away from her, Dawson made sure to have his own fun talking with fellow gang members and keeping himself entertained. When he was on his way back to Remi to ask her to dance, he almost ran into a woman he actually was hoping to see tonight. “Camille,” he breathed, meeting her hues. While doing great at staying away for two years, now it seemed like they were always running into each other. His eyes ran down her form, taking in her appearance for the night. “You look beautiful tonight.”

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Alexandra sat at the bar, her drink settling between her fingers as her gaze drifted around the room. It was hard - being in the same room as the very people who took away the one god damn ray of light in the darkness that was her life and the rage that settled in the depths of her chest was screaming. She brought the drink to her lips, taking a long sip of it when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to see Dawson, an exhale leaving her lips. “You’ll hold me back, right?”

Feeling how tense it still was in the room, Dawson found himself drifting over to the bar, needing another glass of whiskey. Two definitely wasn’t enough for him at the moment. His bright hues landed on a familiar face, one that had him already smirking as he approached, reaching out to place his hand on her shoulder in greeting. Chuckling to her words, he nodded. “You really have to ask?” Sliding himself in the open seat beside her, he looked at the bartender. “Whiskey, neat for me and whatever she’s having,” he said before turning back to the brunette beauty, letting his eyes shamefully roam her body, taking in her appearance. “You look gorgeous tonight, Alex.”

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“Excuse me, this is my seat.” Remi said to the petite red head who had settled beside her date. An azure gaze remained on the other until she scurried away after shooting Remi a pointed gaze. With a roll of her eyes, she turned to the male and smirked. “Seems like I’m going to have to think twice before I leave you on your own again, babe.” It wasn’t shocking to find the single ladies circling the men as she would have done the same had she seen Dawson on his own. “Did you order us our drinks yet?” Her gaze flicked across the expanse of his features before turning to the bartender who had busied himself with a few orders. 

Dawson couldn’t hold the chuckle back as he watched Remi scare the woman off who had sat next to him moments before she arrived. “No woman here can compare to how beautiful you look tonight,” he said smoothly, his hand reaching out to brush some of her blonde hairs out of her face with his fingers. Dawson obviously knew the line he was so dangerously about to cross, knowing well that she was with the Syndicates. Nodding to her question, he motioned to the bartender who had hurried back with their drinks. “Yes, I did. Only the best for you tonight, gorgeous,” he smirked, playfully winking and hoping his seduction later on could help him get information on the rival gang. “How about a dance soon?”