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Rhaella stood on the deck of the forecastle, watching as her men worked hard at the sails, throwing out commands when she saw fit. The first hour after setting out on the water were always the woman’s favorite. She loved the anticipation that those first few moments brought, loved that first feel of the wind rushing through her hair and the salt spray on her face. It didn’t take long before they were out of sight of land, something that made a few of her newer crew uneasy. The captain had taken a gamble when she’d decided to take on the boys, but after she’d lost a few men from her crew during their last voyage she knew she needed to replace them and wanted to do so with younger more moldable boys. And based on the way these ones looked at her she knew she’d be able to get them to do anything she asked of them.  Soon enough though she would see fear in those eyes as much as awe when they looked at her. Her crew was incredibly loyal, they had to be if they wanted to keep breathing, and one of these boys was bound to slip up and she wouldn’t hesitate to make an example out of him. A bit of commotion brought her attention away from where her trainees stood to the lower deck where her second was leading a black haired girl her way. “We found this one blew deck, Rhaella.” Mikael informed her, keeping a tight grip on the girl as he stopped in front of his captain. She took a moment to look the other girl over, a little amazed that she had managed to get passed her crews inspections before they’d set off. “Tell me your name.” She ordered.

If there was one thing Lux hated more than anything it was running late for something. It was something that bothered her so much and gave her a ridiculous amount of anxiety that she always set her clocks seven minutes ahead so she was never behind. Today though the time was running away from her and she was going to be late for lunch with some friends. Quickly she locked up her shop before rushing the couple blocks to the restaurant. By the time Lux made it she was frazzled and a bit out of breath, her already wild hair even wilder. All attempts to tame it were made in vain and eventually she gave up, ignoring her reflection in the window as she walked inside. She took a second to scan the room in search of her friend but when she found him she saw a little more than she wanted to. Sitting next to Penn was a guy she hadn’t expected to see anytime soon or ever again. A few days ago they had spent the night together and she’d honestly had a really great time but the way she’d felt had made her freak out and she’d left as soon as she was sure he was asleep. She hadn’t wanted to face him but now Lux didn’t have a choice. Trying to ignore the anxious beating of her heart she walked up to the table. “Hey I’m so sorry I’m late,” She greeted, hugging Penn’s neck before sitting down across from him. Their friend waited until she was seated before he introduced them. “Lux this my friend Bentley. Bentley meet Lux.” Lux nodded at him slightly, hesitating a moment before responding. “It’s good to see you.”

[This place was beautiful. Cree couldn’t deny that as she looked out the bedroom window of the beach house that would be there home for the next two weeks. At least she would have a nice private beach to relax on while she contemplated her new husband’s death. Okay, maybe that was a bit over the top. She wouldn’t murder him, but she didn’t think it would hurt to think of all the ways she could cause him some harm. He didn’t need all ten fingers did he? Cree looked over at Duncan as he emptied out his suitcase. Their fathers were the only reason they were here, having arranged this marriage for them without much of a say. Their decision to marry their children together was to benefit their families and when it came to their crime boss fathers saying no wasn’t really an option. She knew that Duncan didn’t want this anymore than she did but at the moment there was no one else here to take her anger out.] Whose bright idea was it to get place with only one bedroom? I don’t know why you’re bothering to put your stuff in here. I’m pretty sure I saw a couch out there with your name on it.

This work + school combo is gonna kill me. Someone please tell me it gets easier when it’s just work.

Sterling Jacobs. The younger brother of Arielle Jacobs, who was about to get married. It was the event of the year. Everyone was talking about it and anyone who was anyone within the financial world was attending. Parties were no surprise for Sterling, as he had grown up in the eyes of high society. He had learned to eat with the right fork, and keep his pinky up with sipping wine. It was all apart of being a Jacobs and future CEO of a starring enterprise. They specialized in business, but they had branches of different talents everywhere. They even had a tack in the production industry in LA. If that wasn’t a sign of money, he wasn’t sure what was. He had promised his family, his sister most importantly that he wouldn’t get drunk and hook up with someone at her wedding, but it was so hard. There were so many easy culprits. 

A small grin appeared on the Shadowhunter’s face as he nudged the open door of Magnus’s apartment open. He was going to surprise the other - a rare thing for the Lightwood, but something he was committed to. He had takeout food in one hand, and a small gift in the other. He never thought he was great at gift giving, but this one he was sure about. After all they had been dating for half a year, so he should know the other at least a bit better than a normal person. “Magnus?” He called setting the food down on the table.   @mxgnxsbxne

     The rain was beating down on Dutch’s windshield so hard he could barely see. It certainly didn’t help that the car he was currently driving had the worst windshield wipers known to man. Still he couldn’t really complain since he was actually driving in a car instead of walking, which had been his realty only a couple days before. Finding this car had been a stroke of luck and he was trying not to take it for granted, but he couldn’t quite help his annoyed state. Dutch reached over and rubbed the top of Mowgli’s head. The Australian Shepard payed him no mind, too anxious about the storm going on outside her window. Sighing he focused back on the road as he played with radio dial, hoping to get some kind of signal until something caught his attention.