Jul 25, 2018
❛ I’M BORED. ENTERTAIN ME. oh, i’ve got an idea ! do a magic trick, pleeeeeeease ? ❜
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❛ I’M BORED. ENTERTAIN ME. oh, i’ve got an idea ! do a magic trick, pleeeeeeease ? ❜
@classeact
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The thing about the boss was that she was always only a brief moment away from violence at any given time and really without any given indication. For example, one moment, she could be standing there smiling at someone (potentially thinking of their immolation) and the next, her fist could be sailing through the air, the full force of her shoulder into the movement before knuckles connect with the bones of the face. She was a decent boxer, although she much preferred to fight with weapons. Numerous scrapes in her youth had necessitated such a skill set, and the boss had done well before being canonized into the Saints. It was her straight right that one had to be wary of-- a direct hit out of nowhere that could easily render its target horizontal and unconscious.
Once the hit had connected, her arm followed through, drawing most of her body weight with it. She straightened up, knuckles temporarily numb from the impact (even with her gloves, they would ache later, and she looked forward to it). She straightened her jacket, arms up in case there was a reprisal. "Stay down."
BLOOMING GIRL HOW NIGHTMARES RAVAGE YOU, HOW THEY CRUSH YOU UNDERFOOT . sleep had never been a lasting lover, it occupied a space in her bed for only a fleeting moment and it was always gone, her sheets were left cold. most often she feared sleep, even when her eyes felt drowned in prickling weariness, when her body threatened to give up entirely. zoya took her lip between her teeth, she gnawed on it lightly and she did not dare to look up. “ i can’t sleep, will you stay up with me ? “
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She started to stay with him, it had been slow, a night here or there, so here she was sneaking her way into his room at, what time? 3AM? She huffed some leaning her head to the side, lord knew she should be in bed, instead she crawled her self onto the other side of his bed. A soft whisper from her lip’s as she drug her finger’s across his nose attempting to wake him up.
“Jesse.” Another whisper, another push of her finger’s against his nose in a way of waking him up without being mean about it. “Jesse I want pancakes.” A child like voice to her as she leaned in and placed a kiss against his lip’s again. “Jesse please make me pancakes I am going to cry if you don’t.” She would cry if he didn’t do it.
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Her muscles are already screaming from the effort from the fight, bruised and exhausted limbs that merely wished to walk slowly home by the pier. Her bag is small but full of her winnings, nondescript. But someone hadn’t been pleased with the fight, someone had followed her with his buddies, and now she’s running. Running. RUNNING. As fast as she can down the darkened warehouse blocks, staying ahead of her pursuers enough to make it to the more populated neighbourhood by the water. Restaurants and little art galleries, music, and public events.
Perion rounds a corner----TOO FAST TOO FAST--- and runs straight into a body nearly blending in with the night. A yelp leaves her throat and she jerks away, landing on her ass on the sidewalk, looking over at the man she’d struck, hoping it wasn’t one of the men who was following. “I’m so sorry ! ” She gasps, trying not to stifle a pained groan at the aching protests of the rest of her body.
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“Hey-- you wanna join me’n my friends? Any drinks are on me.” She flashes him her most welcoming smile. She’s in a tight emerald green dress that the lights from the club bounce off of when she moves. An ornate walking cane is on one of her hands, though she’s not bracing on it while she stands by the bar. Her approach comes after her request to the bartender for another pitcher at their table. Juliet is known for bringing in stragglers on nights out--- harmless fun.
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❝ jesse mazza. ❞ his name is held between the teeth of her cheshire cat grin, syrupy sweetness lining its syllables. she makes a vague gesture towards him a flair added to her appraisal on his appearance. ❝ it’s a shame i can’t say you look as well. still staying up late at night ? ❞
she plops down in the seat beside him , an ear splitting smile plastered on visage . there’s an ecstatic air about her , the way she practically hops up & down in her seat , an indicator of the beginnings of an idea forming .
❝ guess who just had the best idea ! you want in or what ? it’ll be fun , i promise . ❞
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