#quietxviolent

To say Faybelle was pleased with her level of competition was an understatement. Oh there was talent, to be sure, but so many of them were competing in the artistic gymnastics as well, or with multiple props. There were so few people who chose to specialize as she had, to devote every second of practice to a single format. Not only would they be behind in that regard, but every extra moment spent competing or practicing anything other than the ribbons was another moment spent tiring themselves out.

Combine that with her natural talent and how could she lose?

Waiting just outside the competition area for the rhythm segment to start, Faybelle had to admit the diminutive woman currently performing was good. Good enough that she was glad her name hadn’t been on the roster for her own event. With the athlete posing no threat to her own standing, Faybelle let herself enjoy watching the way the woman’s muscles and curves moved with each motion, only shaking her head of lingering thoughts once the routine was over and the subject of her day dream was walking her way.

Wiping the blood from his chin with a handkerchief, Roman suppressed a shudder as the Moroi’s warmth settled over him. Was there any greater feeling stealing the life of another for yourself? The rush was simply indescribable. A belief he knew for a fact he wasn’t alone in.

Turning to his partner, it appeared he’d finished eating just in time as she settled the last of her buttons in place. It never ceased to amaze him just how many Moroi, all noble and sophisticated, fell for the woman’s act, ending up drained of life and blood for a quick tumble. Sure, she was a knockout beyond compare, but if anything he thought that should’ve been more suspicious. In his experience, women that looked like that didn’t just throw themselves at you.

Ah well, more the better for them. It wasn’t often they got to go on these little dinner dates anymore.

“As always, Neo, my compliments to the chef.”

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Pacing back and forth in one of the many backrooms of the club, Roman puffed away anxiously at his cigar as he waited for Neo’s return. A tip off from one of the security officers on his payroll had given them a few hours notice of a raid on one of his warehouses, and the younger woman had volunteered to oversee the evacuation. Not of personnel, the men he had stationed there were a dime a dozen, but the product, now that was important. Crates upon crates of illegal firearms were stored in that particular warehouse, enough to bury him if they could be traced back to his organization, and if there was anyone willing to prosecute. 

Neo’s job was to get it all out and moved to one of his other warehouses, then work over his boys until she found out which one had sold them out. Simple really. Nothing to worry about. Except she was supposed to have checked in over an hour ago, and she wasn’t answering her phone. Roman trusted her to take care of herself, and his interests, but something about the situation was triggering his paranoia. Neo wouldn’t just go dark like that unless something was wrong.

With her usual ice cream buddy off doing who knew what with Ren, Ruby was stuck braving the perils of social interaction on her own. Ordinarily it wouldn’t be so bad, she could handle placing her order and then sitting herself in a corner away from the few other patrons. Unfortunately, some kind of deity had it out for her today and the parlor was unusually crowded. Every booth was already taken, and of the few seats available at the bar, none of them had any empty spaces beside them.

Picking a spot to the right of a woman who was at least around her size, and had some really interesting hair, Ruby placed her usual order of triple scoop chocolate chip cookie dough in a bowl before trying to distract herself on her scroll. It’d be a lot easier if anyone were answering her texts, or if she hadn’t already browsed all her usual sites that day. By the time her ice cream came, she was already desperate to finish and get the heck out of there.

Three bites in Ruby finally noticed a new problem; the woman beside her was right handed, leaving her to try to find a kind of rhythm so they wouldn’t bump arms each time they went for their food. She did a pretty good job of it for awhile too, getting halfway through her own bowl before getting the timing wrong. Going to scoop at the same time the other woman was bringing the spoon to her mouth, Ruby’s elbow managed to bump her’s just right, pushing the ice cream up to the stranger’s nose instead.

If there was one time of year Roman hated more than any other, it was the holiday season. Suddenly everyone wanted to pretend to care about one another, that they wouldn’t gladly shove their boss under a bus on any other given day, that their family was all sunshine and rainbows, and that the person they ‘loved’ would just wind up a memory. And the vacation pay! If one more of his guys asked about time off or holiday pay he’d need an entirely new crew. He’d kill the lot of them.

That said, there was one person he couldn’t be a complete Grinch for. Neo. He knew she actually enjoyed the holidays, that wanton slaughter wasn’t the only thing that counted as fun for her. So for her, Roman could participate, but only enough to get the woman a gift! He would have no trees, no candles, not so much as a sock on his mantle!

The gift he’d come with had to be custom made, if he was going to do this he’d damn well be doing it right. With Neo, anything that could be used for murder was always a safe bet, preferably something that made it up close and personal, so he’d gone with a knife. Choosing a switchblade for the speed of deployment, the entire thing was four colors; pink, white, some kind of light purple, lavender or lilac? It didn’t matter. And a solid gold trim. Not just the color, actual gold. Neo was a worthwhile investment. A little heart on the handle completed the look, making it look like a drawn cartoon when viewed from the right angle.

•Which member I’d most like to cuddle: PATRICK

•Who I’d most like to bang: PATRICK

•Who I’d most like to go shopping with: ooooooooo andy??? so we can go to the nerdy shops and go wild!!!

•Who would be the best cook: i think pete bc he has to feed his kids right??? so he has experience making tasty stuff...

•Who I’d most like to listen to records with: patrick or joe

•Who I would write love poems to: PATRICK

•Who I would go to the beach with: ALL OF THEM JUST IMA G IN E

•Whose wardrobe I would steal: 2007 pete bc that stuff is classic

•Who has the best hair: see above (or joe 2014)

•Who I would want music lessons from: all of them for each instrument!

ahhh actually i just did them but thank u!!