Marlo Bishop

“Maybe.” Morgan said, feeling angry that she decided to go to a public place and not one that was run in the territory of her syndicate, but unfortunately the water kept her calm and what were the chances she’d see a member of the fire here? they’ll be that crazy to do so, you’d think. The fact that Marlo had the balls to come to her knowing they were surrounded by water meant she had big balls, but at the same time stupid as hell. “Leave.”

The last thing Morgan needed to show any weakness to someone who she hated and wished death upon. The water syndicate leader was sure that underneath her sunglasses her eyes were glassy, maybe even red and there’s no way in hell anyone is gonna find out about it. “There are plenty of other benches.” She added when Marlo didn’t do a single thing in order to move from her face.

Of course, Morgan could drown her. It could be so easy, the sea all around them was waiting for her one command and yet she was so tired, all she wanted was quiet day to regain her strength and the last thing she wanted is to get mad, even if Marlo’s offer of the join was tempting. “You do realize where we are, right? You must have a death wish if you’re still talking to me.”

Yikes.  It was definitely time to flip the switch, wasn’t it?  Marlo’s brows furrowed as she tried to offer Morgan a charmed smile—she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling threatened, but she’d also be lying if she said she didn’t probably have it on lock.  It’d be very easy for Marlo to take Morgan’s words to heart and get deeply offended, like a true Leo would, retaliate with a roar that would shake the woman’s core.  But she didn’t.  She was more than proficiently trained in combat, and yeah, she may not have had some sort of physical power to give her a fighting boost, she was strong and quick, tiny yet mighty.  It just wasn’t worth the fight though; Morgan was tired, Marlo was tired, everyone was tired and not to mention, extremely worried.

“I’m not here as your enemy, Morgan.”  She said, simply.  And it was true, she wasn’t.  If Blaine, or maybe even Helaine, were to hear her say that, it’d probably be an uproar but it didn’t make it any less true.

Marlo genuinely didn’t believe that Morgan had anything to do with the Beast’s slaying.  Of course, while the Fire Syndicate was blowing steam from their ears and pointing fingers as they spew out heated accusations, Lo was actually thinking.  She tended to be one of the more level-headed of the Flames, and while she often saw that as a virtue for syndicate, the same quality could be twisted to turn Marlo into a traitor.  She didn’t think it was Morgan, she didn’t think it was any of the other syndicates, if she were speaking truthfully.  After discussing the tragic events of the gala with her father and brothers, Marlo concluded that the whole thing sounded a little too much like history repeating itself...

“Yes, but see this bench has a wrongfully accused leader of the quote-unquote enemy syndicate while the others don’t.”  She said, with a slight cock of her head, hoping that her words might intrigue the Viper.  “I understand that you hate us, and that maybe some of us hate you too, but we’re talking a war if this doesn’t get settled.”  Marlo’s eyes fell to the ground as she spoke, imagining the city she’d been born and raised in and grew up to preserve all in ruin.  It was an unpleasant thought.  “We’re talking innocent lives getting lost, a death wish for all sides when we—” An upturned palm bounced back and forth between the both of them, “both know you didn’t have anything to do with it.”

Despite the threats, despite the refusal of her offer, Marlo slowly motioned to sit next to the woman, dark eyes trained on the blonde the entire time.  “Maybe I do have a death wish.” She drawled, lifting the joint to her lips as she fumbled around in her pocket for a lighter.  When she finally found it and lit the tip of the joint, she took a deep pull—shit, it may very well be her last hit ever.  “But if I die and you leave here with just an ounce more perspective on the situation, then I guess it’d be worth it.”  

Marlo extended her hand to the blonde, the joint in between her thumb and middle finger up for grabs.

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Starter ► Open to anybody Location ► The Docks   Note ► After the incident at the gala.

Morgan needed some fresh air, did she care that this was the day after the incident at the gala, did she care that her members were looking for answers or want to protect her? No, since it’s clear how everyone thinks that the water syndicate murdered the Beast, it made her mad how everyone could be this stupid to think that, why would she not admit it if it were her? Morgan would shove it in their faces, parade the murder.

Dominic was in charge while she was gone, she texted him letting him know so and ignored the personal texts and calls from her members. It was irresponsible for her, sure, but she needed the quiet, she needed to think. It’s a shame that most of her members didn’t know her that well to understand that. And they didn’t need to.

Sitting on a bench on the Docks, Morgan wore a hoodie and sunglasses, making it look like she was just sleeping. The sea calmed her and screamed at her to let go to show that water could be as dangerous as any of the powers that stood in front of her, but she did nothing. Closing her eyes, Morgan thought about what to do next because a war wasn’t needed, they didn’t do shit, before she could think further the light changed and she opened her eyes to someone blocking the sun. “You’re blocking the sun.”

As far as the syndicates were concerned, the Docks were fair game to everyone; it was no one syndicate’s territory to claim, though if Marlo were being honest, she’d say that it should belong to the Water Syndicate.  Really, who else would really benefit from a boardwalk floating on the Atlantic Ocean?  Well, aside from disposing the occasional body or two, which anyone from any syndicate could use every once in a while.

Marlo liked the spot solely because it was a great place for a quick cyphe sesh while getting some sun; just whip out the smoking device of your choosing (though she’d advise against something bigger like a bong unless you had the charm or the cash to pay the pigs when they came patrolling, because NYPD is always a pain in the ass) and light up, baby.  There was a specific bench that Marlo always sat at, right alongside the fence of the docks so she could see the waves curl and crash into the columns holding the docks. 

As she neared her spot, she saw that it was occupied and Marlo let out a low groan.  From a distance, she couldn’t tell if the trespasser was homeless or just sleeping—they were dressed in a hoodie and sunglasses in sunny weather; Marlo was sweating wearing just shorts and muscle-tee.  When she drew closer, she hovered a bit; the cheekbones and plump lips looked very familiar, but she didn’t want to make assumptions.  It wasn’t until the woman spoke that her suspicions were confirmed: it was Morgan Douglas. 

It made sense she wasn’t hot wearing the hoodie; Morgan Douglas was a cold-blooded woman.  “And you’re sitting on my bench.”  Marlo replied, the corners of her lips turning upward in the teensiest of smiles.  This woman was the enemy, or at least, that’s what she swore up and down—Marlo just thought she was a scorned woman with a troubled past, not to be trusted by any means.  She’d be down to talk if Morgan was, though.  “You’re not going to toss me overboard if I sit, will you?”  Lo flashed the joint that was in between her fingers, “I come bearing nature’s finest gift.”

Marlo Bishop, one of the people whom both of their powers almost go hand in hand, they both have the ability to manipulate people on a different emotional level. “You know me better than that.” Xavier wiped her hands with the towel and went to hug her, kissing her forehead. They weren’t close at first, some might say they weren’t close at all but the woman kept talking to him, she had questions that nobody has asked him before.

“You have special prices, know you that.” Xavier smiled, he knew many people that belonged to different syndicates and honestly he liked most of them, was careful of others and tried to keep his earth as close to him as he could and only used his powers for manipulation reasons, but he didn’t see a reason to use it on Marlo yet and he was pretty sure she already had ten defense mechanism already. 

But he liked her, he didn’t know what her intentions with him were just yet but for now, she was alright in his book. “Gala shit was crazy last night, your leader thinks ten different people might have killed your man.” It wasn’t him, differently than what people might think, chances were the water syndicate killed him but that was just his opinion. “Want a beer?”

A light tinkle of laughter emitted from Marlo as she embraced Xavier back, the image oddly resembling a mouse trying to hug a bear—she was completely shrouded in his huge muscles.  “You’re all lubed up—and not in the fun way, I’d say.”  Her forehead wrinkled up from the kiss, and a small hand playfully nudged the man away from her.

Marlo was one of the easily-tamed Flames; she exuded a warmth that allowed her to get along with just about anyone, but just like her fellow members of the Fire Syndicate, when heated she could easily burn them to a crisp—with her words, at least. She didn’t possess the cool fire-wielding powers that Blaine had, or shoot out beaming hot lasers from her eyes like her brother, but whatever. When it came to other syndicates, Lo always tried to be a little more cautious but the fact of the matter was: she likes people, and people like her.  Xavier was no exception—except that she liked him a little more than most others.  What could she say?  He was cool, and their powers were so similar that there was something about him that just drew her to him.  She just wanted to find out everything she can about him.  Why?  She didn’t quite know yet, but the thing that’s great about information is that it all becomes useful someday.  “I do know and I’m very thankful for that,” She replied with a smile, “I’ve been promising my dad that I was going to get his car tuned up for ages and his birthday’s coming up so...”  She trailed off, reaching for the towel he’d wiped his hands with and twisting it in her hands before lightly ‘whipping’ him with it.  “Thank you, Cupid.”

Lo let out a sigh, not particularly wanting to discuss the events that occurred at the Gala.  She had been stuck with the editor of the New York Times discussing an article—for the Gala, actually, when she got a call about the news.  “Yeah, I heard.  I wasn’t even there yet.”  Her normally large and in charge voice, similar to that of a true Leo’s roar was now a meek whisper.  She was ashamed that she hadn’t been there for her mob, for the Fire Syndicate as a whole, but there was nothing to be done about that now.  “Blaine...  He does’t mean harm, he’s just—he’s...”  Marlo wasn’t sure what to say.  It was a tricky position to be in, as the leader of the Fire Syndicate, and after a hit like that is put out, what can you do?  It felt oddly similar to the hit put out on Don Vito Genovese nearly a century prior.  “He’s concerned for us.”

Instead of saying anything else, Lo put her hands up in the air.  “Yeah, I’ll take that beer.”  

send a symbol for… 🌳 a happy text.

✉ [SMS to Cupid🍃]: Hey, you know the emoji I put next to your name is 🍃.

✉ [SMS to Cupid🍃]: That’s also the emoji I use for weed.

✉ [SMS to Cupid🍃]: I have some 🍃 right now that I plan to 🌬. You down?

✉ [SMS to Morgan 🌊]: If I find out you had anything to do with this, Douglas.

✉ [SMS to Morgan 🌊]: Girl...

✉ [SMS to Morgan 🌊]: It’ll take nothing but a nudge for me to turn them all against you, hell, they already don’t like you.  

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: overqualified / qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with siblings / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents.

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

Location + Time : equinox nightclub +  august 22, afternoon Availability : open to all!

She had begun the front as just that – an excuse to dip her fingers and toes in the secretive, and ever lucrative, allure of nightlife, to spy upon those who came from all corners to lose their inhibitions in the dark. It had acted as such with no hitches; all Syndicates, especially the lower fledgling members who were more susceptible to hubris and carelessness, seemed to find there way here from time to time, and for a while it was just that. But the girls who worked for her – up on the stages, dancing just beyond the reach of the lecherous patrons who filled Zelda’s pockets and her ears, to the girls behind the bar who whispered in her ear whenever she asked – this, too, was family. And so then, though so few of them shared power in the literal sense that Zelda did, this was home. 

And so she had taken a more active hand in the running of the place despite hiring a full-time manager, in addition to leading the powerful Earth-bound family she so love, which was why she found herself here in the glaring, judging light of day. The bar was open, but it was a rare few, a select and specific breed who occupied Equinox in the daytime. None of the luxury, all of the hedonism – she was just happy that the girls had agreed not to dance where the light could touch them from the closed windows, no matter how heavy the curtains that covered them. 

“Personally –” she said, locked in the midst of a conversation with one of the dancers, who sat polishing silverware and glasses alongside the bartender ( all the girls worked, all the girls earned their keep; Zelda took care of them in kind ), “I don’t think he was much of a loss. Had nothing against him personally, but I wasn’t at all moved by the display.” The girls shuddered; the tale she had recounted about the display at the gala had moved them all. “I thought it was underwhelming. A few even lost their lunch. They need stronger constitutions. Or maybe they should just kill someone more imposing next time.”

It was only halfway a front; as nonplussed as she was by the fate of the Fire Syndicate, should something similar happen to her own people, she would raise hell. 

It was midday and Marlo was drinking... Not that this was absurdly random, but it normally wasn’t in her day-to-day routine, but today?  On this fine Tuesday, this was penned in on her three-o-clock, right in between her meetings for the day.  Why was that?

It was Marlo’s thirtieth birthday. And being six shots of Clase Azul deep, Marlo was relatively tipsy. 

She knew it was rather insensitive, and possibly a tad bit irresponsible of her to be drinking in such a tense time for the Fire Syndicate—or rather, all syndicates in general, as it was a warning for everyone, but it was her birthday after all. What was she going to do?  Just sit in silence all day? 

She was being responsible though, with her laptop open in front of her with her work-related e-mails opened, mixing work with pleasure as she poured herself another shot.  Her ears perked as she heard chatter of the death of The Beast, and as she threw back the tequila, she angrily slammed the glass against the table.  The force of the slam shook the table, and was loud enough to cause a ringing in her ears.  Lo watched as a slow crack formed from the base of the shot glass, curving upward to the rim before her dark eyes slid over to the women talking.

If she were anywhere else, her Fire spirit would’ve jumped out in an instant, but even though she was slightly drunk, Marlo was still smart.  She knew who she was talking to, and the last thing she needed was to start another issue so soon after the gala—and certainly not on her birthday.  So instead, Marlo’s response was still that of a true Leo, fiercely loyal and ever hot, but she need not say much. “Yeah?”  She questioned aloud, “And kill who, you?”  The words poured from her like magma, a challenging brow raising as she challenged the leader of the Earth Syndicate.  It wasn’t a threat, necessarily. It was a protection of her people, but she didn’t care how Zelda took it—Lo knew how she meant it.

Starter ► Open to anybody Location ► Repair Shop

The shit at the gala got everyone on edge, the fire aren’t the ones that known for their kind heart so Xavier was sure they’re gonna see their revenge sooner than later but it didn’t matter to him, he had plans that didn’t involve playing detective or making sure everyone is okay at his syndicate. He has been patient for so long, but his craving for the throne had grown, Zelda isn’t doing shit for them. 

“You almost done with my car?” He heard one of his clients say, the man was lucky that Xavier was under the wheel because he was about to throw his tool on the man’s head. “Yeah, man.” He said inside, wheeling himself out and grabbing the towel as he got on his two feet. He usually repaired bikes in the shop and charges extra for cars and when people refuse, he charms them into accepting his prices. “There you go, take care of it now.” He smiled as the client got into the car and drove away.

He loved his job as a mechanic, of course he always imagined himself doing something a little more meaningful but still keeping a high status, the throne of his leader will do for that need, then he can close down the shop and focus on being the thing that earth truly need. The money he gets from killing people should be enough to sustain him for the long run. His thought once again were cut when a vehicle entered the shop. “What can I do ya for?”

Marlo would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel uneasy walking into the repair shop that afternoon after what had happened at the gala.  Though she had been running late the evening of the event, discussing a page with the editor of the New York Times, the shock of the news affected her no less. 

Still, she was a proud Leo and kept her head held high as she stepped into the workplace of what could be the enemy.  Hell, Blaine would say it was the enemy, but Lo liked to give people the benefit of the doubt—plus, she had managed to out-charm him into accepting a price they both agreed upon for her father’s car. 

She kept her distance, leaning her petite frame against a workbench as she watched his towering body near her.  “You forgot me already?”  She feigned hurt with a small smile, “You must’ve lied when you said you never gave anyone as low a price on a car as you’ve given me.”