* INNOCENCE / LOST.

update : i love the new positions .................... might make a new character to fight™ ................ talk me out of it please

kaliah flicked the ash off the end of her dwindling joint, watching the night’s events proceed with a faint smile on her lips and careful eyes. caito was her uncle— her mother’s brother, a part of her life for as long as she could remember, occasionally visiting their houston home before the girl had made the move with her father to valdez, her uncle eventually becoming her boss. he had always ensured she was well taken care of, especially during her father’s incarcerations. it was strange, now, to think him gone. he had been so much to so many people, a thousand sides to him. “well, i never thought things would get so… unfortunate after he died. but this town has been pretty damn unlucky. he would’ve loved this, though, this is fucking perfect,” she let out a small breath of laughter. “you enjoying it?”

‘ I think we were at the same party. ’ harlow moved her sleeve just enough to reveal the bruise, wondering how close they’d been to the actual bomb. by the looks of their leg, it seemed they were a lot closer than her.  

when she hears the story of the bar, she can’t help the nostalgic wash that comes over her features. being a teenage daughter of a mom who owned a bar was a fun time with too many good memories to count. 

‘ a lot of the stuff got rattled off the shelves in the aftermath, but i’m sure there’s some pop in the back. ’ she nodded to the bartender currently rehanging some curtains. 

               ‘ i’d look hot ripping a guys neck out nevertheless what my nails look like , babe. ’ the words came out with a sense of confidence , features lighting up at the thought of the torturous subject at hand , hands craving the chaos & her body tingling to be in control once again. ‘ getting his ass kicked by a woman in heels larger than his dick should be humiliating enough. ’

❛  — perhaps. ❜  she shrugs thoughtlessly, a slow intake of breath as if the very particles were something she could somehow WEAPONIZE around her. looking at the other upon their inquiry, mariko didn’t have an answer per se, but the idea was well settled.  ❛  i’m saying it takes someone to know exactly what we were going to be doing in order to make something like that happen. and you know what they say, if it WALKS like a duck, talks like a duck ——– ❜ she didn’t exactly have any suspects, either.  ❛  i mean, anyone, really. could be you. HELL could have been me.  ❜

“ m-mm, ” ford hummed disapprovingly, slowly stepping in front of the door as his large stature serves as a barricade. “ turn around. ”

they   were   having   a   normal   conversation     ,     about   something   random     ,     unimportant     ,     before   a   lull   washed   over   them     .     a   few   minutes   had   passed   &   the   red   head   was   on   his   phone     ,     thoughts   overtaking   him   as   he   began   to   chew   on   his   lip     .     he   almost   didn’t   want   to   say   anything     ,     to   break   the   comfortable   silence   they’ve   created     ,     but   the   words   were   falling   before   he   could   stop   them     .     ❝     you   ever   shot   someone     ?     ❞     sure     ,     the   question   came   out   of   left   field     ,     &   maybe   he   shouldn’t   be   asking   just   anybody   that     ,     but   the   male   had   yet   to   do   so     .     &   for   some   reason     ,     he   thought   that   being   in   this   field   for   5   years     ,     with   the   amount   of   times   that   he   was   whipping   his   gun   out   to   scare   someone     ,     he   should’ve   been   more   than   capable     ,     right     ?     &   as   much   as   he   likes   to   put   on   the   facade   that   he’s   able   to     ,     he   isn’t     .

two fingers PINCH the bridge of his nose, the drink to his side is still full. his head hurts from listening to the clamoring of day to day BULLSHIT but he lets out a sigh and leans back in the booth a fictitious smile upon his features,  ❛  and what exactly do you want ME to do about your little problem, hm?? ❜

‘  i’m open to many things, i really am—– but this  ?  ’  she flashes the wishlist that a potential client’s just sent, glowing grotesquely on her screen, bright eyes widening in horror as she recoils the phone back.  ‘  i feel like that has to be unethical in some way. and a little painful,  no  ?  ’

face scrunching as she took a bite out of what they’d extended, “ okay this is gross. ” grimacing as they chewed and swallowed. “ ugh, i’ve swallowed some gross shit in my day but that was probably one of the WORST. ” sticking her tongue out before continuing to ramble one, “ how do you eat those all the time ? better fuckin question, how has it not killed you yet. ”

               she was bored. with the police around every corner & many unable to bring in their cut at the end of the day , bookkeeping was almost useless. her days consisted of drinking her ice coffee & shopping online or making templates of what she wanted to paint apartment. sinking down in her seat , she ran her slim fingers through her blonde hair , hues finally meeting the other across from her. ‘ you know , if you pick up the tail of a kangaroo , they’re unable to jump. ’ she stated , saying the first thing on her mind.

    ‘  some PRICK just fell into me at the bar, nudged my chest, and said it was for balance,  ’  vivid hues roll backwards, scoffing at the notion.  ‘  you don’t grab these for balance.  ’

❝ did you fucking see this ? ❞ hayden asked, slamming the newspaper against the table, a deep sigh escaping his lips. the café as crowded as usual, but his angry question still echoed around him, startling looks from people all across the place. ❝ can our lives get any fucking worse ? like, for real. first the bombing, then the feds, and now this shit. it’s like karma is finally catching up to everyone. ❞

Amma looked up at the mangled mess of rope and flesh, it was taking them forever to get it down. And the meat was starting to cook in the summer heat. Covering her mouth with her sleeve, to passers by it would look like she was distraught over the sight. But really, she just couldn’t stand the stink. 

Whoever it was who strung up the poor bastard, they were fast, brutal and had style. The first two were traits to be admired in her line of work. The last one, was a double edged sword. 

It made you stand out, but it also made you stand out. 

Whoever did it, they sure as hell sent the message.