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Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Rhys tilted his head a little as he reached for a roll, looking amuse at his father's words. while both brothers had different ways of dealing with what they saw as something uncivilized, at least Rhys wasn't young enough to think that there was any answer but the one his father wanted.Of course I'm not feeling sorry for her. She's a pretty piece of ass, and I have every intention of getting laid if she's going to be here for awhile.He shrugged before shrugging a little at his father's words.It's adquate. She accused me of attending college to just get to her, as if I'd ever want to spend time in a class if I wasn't there to learn.The youngest sarsgard snorted in amusement because it was true. Even if he had been sent after her, he wouldn't have attended classes unless he wanted to. Nyx stared down at the plate of food in front of her, before stealing a quick glance up. And I am sure Rhys will find plenty of uses for her. Though, she is in college yes?Maybe if you allowed her to study, she would be easier to deal with.She said, with the calm rational of a woman that was used to problems like whether or not a kidnap victim was going to be reasonable or not. If you werent aware of who she was, that the woman was a cop, you would really think that she was advocating the rape of another woman. Flicking a glance at Winston before looking at Balthazar, flushing a little.I am sorryI just thought that it would be a good thoughtI did not mean to offer insult by butting inShe swallowed hard as she stared back down at her plate and started nibbling at her food. Rhys smiled tilting his head a little as he studied his brothers girlfriend, a flirty smile twisting his lips as he looked at the beautiful woman in the cocktail dress. While hed hate her if she really did act on the flirting, he was more then willing to flirt with anything with beautiful legs.That, and she'd saved him from bringing up the topic of books with his father, it was going to be interesting to see how Balthazar reacted. Glancing at Winston he smiled as he started to eat. What are you doing these days?I feel out of the loop. I havent been home long enough to know what anyone does.He sulked a little, because he both loved and hated the fact that the two elder skarsgards didnt involve him in the family business, but he also felt excluded.
Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Balthazar grinned a this youngest son's response, looking quiet please. That's my boy, he said, tipping his wine class and taking a sip. Gives me a few ideas, actually... After he finished it, he had the maid switch him over to a glass of whiskey. Winston soon followed, not about turn town down liquor in the presence of his father. When Nyx spoke, Winston immediate turned his head to subtly glare at her. He wasn't mad at her, but dammit, she needed to remember what kind of situation they were in. Gently, he squeezed her thigh. Don't be foolish, love, Winston murmured, his voice taking on a flirtatious, yet condescending tone. Nothing is too hard for us to deal with, and studying will be the least of her worries while she is in our care. Balthazar nodded and began to cut into his steak. Rhys can handle the girl whether she is compliant or not. Turning to his brother, Winston sighed. Detective Abernathy found some... incriminating evidence where the prostitution business is concerned. He busted down one of our slave auctions, he admitted, Father and I got out just in time. The next night, I went up to the party on campus and drugged the girl. He shrugged. And now you are in the loop. Winston had to work hard at not allow himself to look embarrassed. He didn't exactly like the idea of Nyx knowing that he was the man that his father sent to get the girl, and that was the business he was taking care of that kept him from picking her up at the airport. After Balthazar had finished off his steak, he didn't bother to wait for the others. Quickly, he wiped his mouth with his napkin, downed his drink, and looked at his watch. I have to get to that meeting, he sighed, then looked at Rhys. At midnight, I want you to bring the girl to my rooms. Make sure she is bound and gagged. Standing up, he patted the youngest son on the shoulder. Winston, I need the next group of girls ready by morning. Winston looked caught off guard. The morning? I thought we were holding off on auctions for the time being... Balthazar narrowed his eyes. Don't question me, boy. Winston nodded respectively. Yes, sir. And without another word, their father left the room, heading for the limo that would take him to his business meeting.
Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Nyx sighed softly looking down at her plate as Winston squeezed her leg, her shoulders hunching a little at his tone. It was extremely difficult for her to be meek,and even more so in his fathers presence. She hadnt thought shed have such issues being quiet and not being as open minded as she usually was. I know, Win.She muttered picking up his brothers name for him, easily acting the part of his girlfriend. Rhys barely hid a sigh, well it seemed he wasnt going to be able to get her her books after all. Maybe he would let her have his? Eating he nodded,Ill be fine with her. Shes just another female to corral.He said easily, and while he was dismissive most of the time in his fathers presence with the females he associated with, Winston knew that even if his relationships were brief and quickly burned through, the man cared for them, doted on them, and mostly respected them in a way that most mob sons didnt bother. Looking surprised that the detective had managed to get evidence, and more to the fact that his brother had been the one to go get Annabel. While he knew his brother had a active role in their family business, he couldnt remember the last time Winston had done something like that. Nodding goodbye to his father as the man left he smiled.Ill see you at midnight.He said watching him go before watching the interaction between father and heir. Standing after a few moments he grinned at Winston.Well, Ill see you later. I have things to deal with.He said before heading back upstairs, carrying a bottle of wine and a small plate of snacks. Nudging the door open he sighed softly as he walked inAnnabel? Nyx was quiet as she finished eating and as they headed back upstairs. Looking tired and beaten, she just knew that this was going to be bad. More then anything else, this reminded her of the childhood shed tried to forget, and she didnt know why she was here, with this man, besides the fact that he deserved someone who didnt think he betrayed the cops to the mob. Because thats why she was really here, her boss thought hed gone rogue, and totally succumbed to the lifestyle. Nyx wasnt ready to believe that yet. Walking into his room she waited until the door shut behind them, running her fingers through her hair as she sat down on the couch, resting her head in her hands.I guess silence is harder for me than I thoughtShe said avoiding his eyes, feeling sick at the idea of what Annabel was going through, and more so because the man she was with had put her there. If only Winston hadnt had to keep his cover, he could have protected her. Instead, hed put a innocent in danger. Feeling even sicker as she realized that she wasnt going to be able do anything about it.
Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Winston turned to Nyx and shook his head. I guess it is, he grumbled, walking over to the bar and popping open a bottle of whiskey, I should have known better. It's not your fault. His tone was bitter as he poured himself a drink. He knew that this was going to be a failure. What were they thinking when they convinced him to take a partner? She was young and too ambitious to be able to control herself around his father in the ways she had to... And she was also too young to be dragged through this hell he called a life. I'm going to call the station tomorrow, he sighed, turning away from the bar to look at her, I think that it would be best if I continued to do this on my own... My family is too dangerous, and I'm not sure that I can make myself put you through all of it. He frowned. I'm sorry... I guess you can consider this breaking up. He took a gulp of his whiskey and started to head toward the doors that go to the balcony. Annabel walked out of the bathroom, a plus white towel wrapped around her body. She was using another towel to dry her hair. I took it upon myself to take a bath, she said quietly. She moved to sit in the arm chair on the other side of the room, letting the heat from the fire place warm her still damp body. Eyeing the snacks and wine, Annabel seemed to brighten up a little. She had not truly expected that he'd bring them to her, and it made her feel better. This was a horrific situation, but maybe he would help the pain... After all, he was also quite handsome. So you want to get me tipsy, after all, she said, nodding to the wine bottle, Did, um... Did your father happen to say anything about, well, me? There was still, deep with in her dark eyes, a glimmer of absolute fear. Would they ever let her go? Would they hurt her? She knew this was no good...
Thread: Second Chances(blair/lady)

Nyx sighed softly as he looked up at him, resting her chin in her hand. Studying him for a long moment as she considered what to say. The woman didnt want to share her past, and if he had really turned, telling him why he had gotten a partner, would get her killed. Buthe looked actually concerned about her being here. Despite how twisted her family had left her, her honor wouldnt allow her to abandon her, even if he wanted her to. Standing she got a drink for herself, before following him out onto the balcony. You cant. Youre getting a partner, or theyre prepared to write you off, and you wont live through the next raid.She said simply, her eyes sad as she sipped her drink.Cause you know, theres always accidents.She said as she stared out over the clipped lawn, her blond hair falling easily over her shoulders. While she knew the DEA would never assassinate or set out to get someone killed, if they thought he had betrayed them, they wouldnt be careful about getting him out either. Im not as nave as you think I am. Its just been years since I had to restrict myself to Family rules.She said her voice holding just that hint of scorn about family, which made you wonder, did she had more experience with the mob then just as a cop? I wont leave you here without someone watching your back win, even if you want me to. Ill fight you over it.She muttered, because well, she had her own reasons for wanting to stay at the 28 year olds side. Rhys grinned at the sight of the towel wrapped girl, his eyes flickering over her, feel free to get naked in my rooms anytime.He said looking amused as he set the food down on the side table next to her, before tending the fire, making sure the fire was warm enough before he collapsed into a chair near hers, sighing softly. I always want to get women tipsy. Easier to convince them into bed.He mused before sighing softly. We have to go see him at midnight when he gets back from his meeting, but nothing else.He said simply running his fingers through his hair. He was distracted with Win and his girlfriend. Moron had to bring a girl who cant keep her mouth shut. Its going to be interesting.He said, using the story, not because he thought shed care, but because he wanted to give her something else to think about besides his father wanting to see her.
Thread: Third time's a charm! [Quin x Panda]

Coming home was like stepping into a place he'd never been before. Not a place he and Wynter shared. Not a place where he expected her to be. Not anymore. Just a stranger's house. The realization that she would never come through the front door ever again hit him like a splash of glacial waters and yet he was too numbed to react. Stumbling past the threshold, Donnie was little more than a zombie, scooting on uncooperative feet as he surveyed the space with new eyes. The living room welcomed him first, filled with their amalgamation of furniture that they each had brought to the relationship and a few pieces they'd bought together to make it all work. Once a comforting and inviting place, now empty and bizarre, seemingly without purpose. Donnie stood there by the couch, cocking his head in frustrated confusion at the pieces of furniture as if to question why are you here? An aneurysm. What luck. It was like a sick, cosmic joke. And the doctors, with all their knowledge and schooling, could do nothing to help her. Not now or ever again. Suddenly overtaken by rage, Donnie grabbed a vase off of a side table and threw it at the wall, putting his whole body into the motion with a snarl of rage and despair. Fatigue lanced at him again forcing him to sit on the couch and he let out a heavy sigh as he put his head in his hands. His already sore and tear-weathered eyes began to water again but he held off crying for the moment, if only to restore that pleasant numbness from before. If only to keep himself from feeling anything for just a little while longer. While struggling with his internal pain and sorrow, the doorbell to the apartment suddenly rang, dislodging him from his private misery. Although he was thankful for any distraction at all, Donnie was loathe to see or be around people right now and he let out a reluctant sigh as he got up to answer the door. Standing on the threshold was Max, a friend of Wynter's from work. Looking just as torn apart as he was, her face unmade and hair falling from a quick ponytail, she paused a moment with trembling lip, trying for a smile but almost making herself cry in the process. Thought you could use some company right about now... He wasn't sure what to say and he knew he should invite her in but when he made to open the door wider, he instead stepped forward and engulfed her in a hug. Without even meaning to, he started to sob over her shoulder, holding her tight and trembling, as if he'd fall apart if he let her go. Her own tears falling down her middle-aged and wrinkled features, Maxine's maternal instincts kicked in and she made soft consoling noises while rubbing his back. I just miss her so much... he whispered.
Thread: Third time's a charm! [Quin x Panda]

Wynter heard Donnie opening the door and rushed from the bed, ready to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him as hard as she could. The last few days had been a blur, and the last thing she could remember before this morning was being extremely tired at work and almost falling asleep. The red head practically skipped out of the bedroom, ready to leap into his arms when she saw the look on his face. He looked broken. Baby whats wrong? She walked towards him, her arms opening to wrap around him and hug him as tightly as possible. She was just about the lean into him when he whipped a vase at her midsection, causing her to scream and cover her face. But what she heard the vase shatter and felt nothing, she opened her eyes and turned around, seeing the vase in pieces on the floor before feeling her heart drop. Donnie. please tell me that you can hear me. please. Her voice started to crack, walking towards him and reaching out carefully. All she wanted was to make contact with his shoulder or waist and feel how warm and sturdy he was. As her fingers touched him, however, they moved through him, almost as if she didn't exist. There were no words for how empty she felt. Tears started streaming down her face as she dropped to her knees on the floor, sobbing out 'I love you' over and over as she ran her hands back through her thick curly red hair. Nothing would ever be okay again. She'd never get to hold him again, or feel his skin against hers in the dark mornings when he'd wake her up to shower her with affection. It was all gone now. Obviously, she had died, but she didn't know how. The last thing she could remember was being tired and having her vision start to fade out. She had figured it was just from skipping breakfast, but clearly something much worse had happened. Finally, the tears wouldn't fall anymore, and as the doorbell ran, she looked up and watched him walk away to answer it. At least she'd be able to see him everyday. Of course, she'd have to watch him fall in love with someone else eventually, but at least she'd be able to see him happy. Hell, maybe him and this further girl would even have kids, and she could figure out a way to play with them. Suddenly though, a dark thought crept into her head. Her death would have been a terribly negative experience for Donnie. What if he left? She'd be stuck here with some random person and he'd be somewhere without her! Panic set in, and she knew that she had to communicate with him somehow. But how? She watched him fall into Max's arms and start to cry, and slowly, she walked over to him, wishing it was her arms that he was sobbing into. It's okay. Donnie. I love you so much. Please. please tell me that you know I'm here. Of course, there was nothing, and through tears, she noticed a book on the table that hadn't been there before she passed. It was a handbook for people suffering from her affliction, so she picked it up and started to read the first page, hoping it would explain to her a way to at least say goodbye to him.
Thread: Third time's a charm! [Quin x Panda]

Meanwhile... In another living room in a crypt crawling with vermin and in serious need of an interior decorator, a spirit stirred. Lounging back on a threadbare recliner, literally on it's last legs and covered in stains and crumbs, a ghoulish man scratched himself through his boxer briefs. On the out-dated television screen in front of him was a show involving smarmy puppets with obnoxious cartoon voices, constantly interrupted by occasional scribbles of static. When a sandworm puppet showed up on screen, the corpsey spirit fished out the remote from the cushion of the maroon recliner and muttering under his breath, This is gettin' a bit too intense... he changed the channel with a click of a button. Switching to what he termed the Entertainment Station a news caster presented the latest bulletins for the Underworld. As charming and dashingly good-looking as he'd been in life, except for being, well, you know, dead , the blue skinned reporter started to list off the latest newest additions to the land of the dead. Casually chewing on a Madagascar roach, the man in the chair barely paid attention until his eye caught sight of the latest photo put up on the screen next to the news castor's head. Suddenly alert, Beetlegeuse sat up, the chair creaking in protest as he did so, and he stared at the screen with a growing leer of approval. Hooo-mama! Looks like we have ourselves a nice little sweetheart added to our midst! Can't let that go to waste! Laughing uproariously, a typewriter appeared out of nowhere and while murmuring to himself in irreverent glee, he began to type out a message. Hey there, newbie spirits! Are you fed up with being ignored by the living? Tired and bored with the shackles your lack of flesh has put upon you? Then I'm just the guy to help you! There are all sorts a' ways to get the attention of the oblivious breathers and I can show ya how! For introductory lessons from a renowned professional, just give me a call! BEETLEGEUSE! BEETLEGEUSE! BEETLEGEUSE! Say it once! Say it twice! Third time's a charm! No longer should you be forced to watch the living go on living without you! Jerking the paper out of the machine, he quickly folded it and crumpled it between his greasy hands until it vanished from existence... ...slipping neatly, and quietly into the book currently in Wynter's hands.
Thread: Third time's a charm! [Quin x Panda]

Dark thoughts ran through her head the longer she read. Why couldn't Donnie have died with her? Why couldn't it have been a car crash or some sort of home invasion gone wrong? Food poisoning or a gas leak. Something that would have made it so he was here with her. And it wasn't that she really wanted him dead, it was that she was scared and all alone. She had no one else. Everything she had been told her whole life was fake. Oh, you'll go to heaven if you're good, and you'll see everyone you ever loved. Yeah, right. This wasn't heaven, and while she did get to see the person she cared for most, she got to watch him break with grief over her death. Not to mention the fact that she was dead. She was dead in her twenties, for God sake! And while she still wasn't sure how she died, she was sure it wasn't anything interesting. Just some freak accident that no one would have ever suspected. Wynter was ready to give up with the stupid book. It was written in backwards riddles that didn't make any sense, and the only thing it could be called a handbook for was confusion. She was just about the slam the book shut and start crying again when she turned the page and saw something out of the ordinary. Well, more so than everything else. The page didn't look like it belonged with the book at all, and her curiosity got the better of her. She read it slowly, blue eyes narrowing in thought as she ran her tongue over her lower lip gently. No longer should you be forced to watch the living go on living without you.... She whispered the last sentence to herself, looking up at Donnie before back down at the book. She tore the page out, folding it up and shoving it into her pocket as she got to her feet. She had to get out and take a walk or something. She couldn't look at all the cutesy little pillows and delicate little trinkets she had spent hours meticulously arranging to make their home. It hurt too much to know she had wasted all that time she could have spent with Donnie by worrying about the apartment. Maybe she'd contact that, what was it? Beetlegeuse? Maybe. She shut her eyes and ran her hand through her hair, opening the door carelessly and walking outside. It wasn't until she got outside however until she realized what had happened. Everything was sand, and it looked..... strange. She took a few steps and was planning on taking more, when she saw some worm like creature snaking through the sand. However, this thing wasn't three inches long like a normal earth worm. It was gigantic. Black and white striped and moving through the sand fast. And towards her! Wynter booked it back towards the door, pushing it open and getting inside quickly. She slammed the door, and with ragged breath, she did what she had to do. Beetlegeuse Beetlegeuse Beetlegeuse! She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath, waiting to see if whoever this person was would really show up after all.