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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Olivia on Jul 1, 2015 20:53:09 GMT -5
The lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * The night was like any other. The concrete jungle's intoxicating allure grappled all the night owls in a tight locking embrace. If one wasn't careful the night could choke them with the smallest squeeze. It didn't take much to get lost within the atmosphere. Olivia navigated the night life with the grace of a swan and senses of a wolf. It was an effortless for her as the streets were her home. It was ironic to say that considering she had a family; adoptive or not. More ironic since once upon a time she had been kicked out at a tiny age and spent two years on Russian streets. Those were some mean streets. But here she was alive and well, she made it while others did not. Fortune had smiled upon her. Yet still she enjoyed being outdoors. She couldn't take the stuffiness of being in a house for too long. Even if she just sat out on the porch it was enough.
* Olivia it was a strange thing but it was her. Besides she had a little bit of claustrophobia, so staying cooped up somewhere gave her bad vibes. She shouldn't have been out on the town considering she was still just freshly back with her family but again she just couldn't stay in. Dante was busy and Adonis, well Adonis being the younger she wasn't going to listen to him for one. Two he was impulsive at times. She couldn't go out without some kind of security detail considering her two year sudden disappearance. But what fun was a girl going to have with them on her back. So she found away to slip out the house while they thought she was still home. Free on the streets she roamed in a crimson red shirt, with a simple short dark jean skirt and some knee high boots to top it all off.
* The girl was ready to party or some shit like that. The city was a giant playground full of adults with childlike mindsets. A pool filled with beginner and intermediate swimmers trying to breast stroke their way through the sea of master puppeteers. How little ground they covered. Who were these masters? Why they worked in the shadows of course. The underground corrupted world was usually strongest at the fall of night. They were part of the sinful ways of the night. Olivia knew about this life of course considering her family and not once had it ever stopped the little Spitfire from getting into some kind of trouble despite not even looking for it. As she minded her own business luck would find her stumbling across a small drug deal. The red head beauty didn't care much for it as she glanced at the exchange though kept it moving until one of them decided to speak up what was that for. After the one doing the hand off spoke, she smirked to herself as she turned on her heels towards the idiotic pair.
"Hey you better keep it moving bitch."
"Heh I'm sorry I'm a little deaf mind repeating for the disabled?"
* The guy instead decided to step up towards Olivia which he was possibly safer at a distance. Just as he was about to open his mouth, reaching a hand out towards her, she quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a vicious oncoming knee aimed at his groin. With him doubling over Olivia would quickly bring down a hard elbow onto the back of the man's neck. Overkill much? Probably but she didn't take kindly to people disrespecting her and she occasionally had a temper ish. The receiver of the product looked in awe before he spoke up with a anger in tone.
"I didn't say you could touch me. For the idiots doing that shit in the open and wanna- "
"Hey you're that bitch that's been causing problems for the boss!" "Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid. We've been looking for you."
"We? Look I think you have me confused with-- shiiit."
* Her sense kicked in just in time to notice a guy coming from her left in a charge. She managed to just barely step out of the way but stumbled in gathering her footing from the suddenness of the attack. Having the heels on different help much. Olivia was utterly confused. Who were they talking about? Who the hell were they even confusing her with?! Did they even get a good enough look at the girl in question?! Cause she was highly doubting that. The moment she caught her footing another came from her right and clocked her good in the jaw. The hits you don't see coming are the ones that hurt the most. Olivia again fumbled in steps and dropped. Blood trickled at the corner of her mouth now. What was their problem?!
"We finally caught you. Fucking elusive bitch. All the problems you've been causing Mr. Quinn. He's gonna make you pay."
"Who the fuck is Mr. Quinn?"
"Don't play stupid now. You've finally been caught."
"Ya know what I don't give a shit that you got the wrong girl right now. Your balls are so mine."
* Olivia made an attempt to gather to feet but her world suddenly went black. A blow to the back of her head by another party placed the girl into dreamland. Like vultures they stared over her before making a call and one finally picking up her unconscious form off the concrete ground and taking their leave.
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* In a office within the confines of a busy mafioso warehouse Mr.Quinn was having a rather important talk with an up and coming star of the underworld. Naturally no one liked their territory threatened or taken over. Mr. Quinn however despite that he was a business man and if something seemed beneficial to him he would certainly seek it out. Why not catch them when they were young cubs as he would put it. But maybe Mr. Quinn didn't understand that the teenager before was not some mere young cub. Appearances are deceiving. Mr. Quinn had already said what he needed to and was awaiting the boy's response in the meantime as he sipped on his Scotch.
"Well Santana.. Like I've stated you've been gaining some ground I like your spunk.. So what do you have to offer is all the reason I've asked for your presence."
* A little commotion could be heard somewhere down the hall but Quinn paid it no mind for now. Interruptions was something he wasn't going to tolerate as is. Quinn overall was not a man to be trifled with especially when it came to his business ventures. If those that were creating a small noise knew any better they would not enter the office. Patience was a virtue so little few had. |
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 2, 2015 5:08:37 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! It took a man of considerable influence and power to be able to reach out to Juelz Santana and "summon" him. He uses the word "summon" loosely simply because the conqueror is never the addressed, but the address-er. So when Mr. Quinn got this little meeting together, Juelz had very little intentions on gracing the man with his presence due to his pride and creed. However, Quinn had much to offer, may it be everlasting wisdom or the proverbial higher power at be. Regardless on how Juelz felt over the situation, his high-counsel of veterans convinced him to reconsider after hours upon hours of discussion. Though, in the end, middle ground was met and Juelz now sits directly in front of Mr. Quinn. Juelz came alone—for the most part. A subtle sign of arrogance mixed with confidence and the oh-so important respect. When an acquaintance invites one to their humble abode, does one bring himself and friends, or just himself? The very same concept applies to this meeting specifically. Last thing he needed was to come off as disrespectful let alone paranoid. Though he was no fool in mobster clothing, a few handpick associates lay in wait scattered across the massive perimeter of the warehouse district. Sitting in a chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on each thigh and hands crossed an inch or two in front of the mouth. Juelz answered the question with the confidence and daunting aura of a seasoned mobster. "What I have to offer is something we've all been lacking much of as of late. What I'm getting at is loyalty and trust, Mr. Quinn. Me being who I am and you being who you are, our paths will more than likely never cross due to being in two different fields. But it never hurts to have eyes you can trust behind enemy lines, correct?"Juelz sat back in the black leather chair and began fiddling with the Santana Company ring gracing his right baby finger. "You're the last of a dying breed, I know you know that. I also know you're aware of the sudden shift in dynamics within The Underworld. I've nothing to gain using underhanded tactics and my old man wouldn't allow such poor life choices."The commotion down the hall resonated through the walls and broke Juelz' initial train of thought. With a rose brow of curiosity and mild confusion, he dismissed the ruckus with a winning grin as he adjusted himself within the comfy recliner chair. "I'm going to keep the legend alive and The Underworld thriving. May it be with your assistance, or may it be without your assistance. It really matters very little to me, Mr. Quinn. I'm just sitting here asking you to give me the opportunity to show my grit. Talk is cheap, y'know?" |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 3, 2015 0:30:22 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole word fear him only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Quinn had his share of sarcastic banter with folks of many kinds. Once upon a time he had been on that side of the table. A young arrogant little prick. Full of himself and his ventures, but look at him now. It got him somewhere didn't it? So how could he be mad at Santana's response. His smug demeanor. His commanding presence. His cocky confidence. It was certainly enough to piss off many a man and sure it get a little under Quinn's skin but only briefly. The gull Santana had momentarily irritated Quinn before the man quickly found it amusing. He listened with an open mind as he sipped at his scotch, letting the cigar in his left hand simmer. The smoke diligently tickling the senses. Giving the boy a grin through his glass, Quinn snickered into the drink before setting it down and leaning back into his chair.
"My my you really have some balls on you kid I give you that. Reminds me of myself a little when I was your age... A little arrogant shit."
* Finally Quinn had taken a drag of the cigar, releasing the smoke off to the side arrogantly.
"But then again got me pretty fucking far. You may be right about somethings and --"
"Boss!"
* Quinn's eyes slowly gazed towards the now suddenly open door as the man stood there about to speak again but suddenly hesitant. He knew he fucked up but he felt it was incredible important which was the only time Quinn would take such an interruption.
"Five seconds."
"S-sorry sir.. But we found her."
"Found who?"
"The bitch that had been causing us all that trouble."
"Oh! Did you now?"
* Another bigger individual would enter only near the doorway with Olivia slung over his shoulder. Her red locs completely cascading like a veil over her face. Her arms dangling down the males back. Quinn grinned and waved the hand holing the cigar in a dismissive manner to the men while presenting them with orders.
"Want us to -"
"Good! It's about damn time. Please do. I'll be there soon. Now if you'll excuse."
* Both men nodded and seemed to smirk at each other as the door closed and they disappeared with the unconscious red head. Quinn seemed more relaxed and upbeat now after the small interruption that to him seemed preposterous. Taking his last gulp of the Scotch and put out the cigar he focused his attention back on Santana.
"Excuse that... Seems my boys finally caught that damn minx that had been screwing a few of my 'dealings'.. Annoying, elusive thing she is.. But they'll deal with her.. Now you mentioned wanting an opportunity to show your grit? Maybe I might be interested in seeing such."
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* On the lower portion of the warehouse in a open fairly lit room, Olivia was now currently tied up by her wrist. The rope tight enough to support her weight on the hook that dangled from the ceiling. Her feet just barely hovered off the ground, at best if she tried she could touch with just the tips of her toes. They had stripped her down to just her undergarments obviously they were focused on humiliating the girl. Nothing had been done to her yet as she remained unconscious hanging about. Though they seemed to be eager but yet all the same prepping for it. One thing for certain was they were heavily admiring her form. A hunger in their gaze. If she managed to make it through this case of mistaken identity she was going to have their balls.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 4, 2015 18:59:44 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! When it came to dealing with these Big Timers as a runt ready and willing to prove himself to the pack. One had to have the valor to plunge into the darkest depths of the human psyche to achieve nothing less than greatness. These Big Timers thrived off unprepared souls who showed even the smallest amount of doubt or self-confidence. Juelz proved himself time and time again to be the rightful heir to the cocaine dusted throne bestowed before him. Quinn saw that the way he held himself—holding himself in such a way that indicated he wasn't above taking him out of the picture if this little "discussion" went south. In The Underworld, having such confidence wasn't only extremely rare, but an honor to the person receiving the vibe. It meant they were a potential threat, that they had the potential to screw up the entire operation if they so choice to. It meant they were nothing to fuck with and having an "alliance" would prove beneficial to both parties. But at the same time nothing would be forced due to pride, creed, and more importantly respect. Quinn's response left Juelz in the ideal spot, though it mattered little to The Cocaine connoisseur. When Quinn took that drag of the cigar, Juelz took that moment to make himself a little comfortable, all things considering. Reaching into his blazer pocket, he'd take out his E-Cigarette and take a few drags himself in typical smoker fashion despite the scented vapor being non-nicotine. Quinn blew his smoke to the side and Juelz did the same, synchronized. Ironic? Perhaps... Regardless, in the middle of Quinn's words, one of his cronies interpreted the conversation in a hasty manner. Now, Juelz never made it his goal to eavesdrop in others "business", but how could he not? So he just listened, taking in every single word spoken as if he was on his death bed. Once the bigger cronie entered, Juelz couldn't help but notice the fiery locks on a feminine frame slung over a single broad shoulder. Without seeing the face, he wouldn't be able to make out who this person was. But the chances of him recognizing the face would be slim-to-none—a lot of people in New-York, not like he can know them all. Though, whoever she was, seemed to be out like a light. Undoubtedly by the hands of the Goliath carrying her around like a rag doll. Juelz would then fixate those honey eyes on Quinn who seemed to cut off the words of the cronie. It didn't take a rocket science to figure out what would happen next. Like a cliche gangster film, this female was about to find herself "swimming with the fishes". With the interruption over, Juelz adjusted his tie as he couldn't help but notice the newly found upbeat nature of Quinn. Juelz nodded at the words of the Big Timer. He understood that, foolish souls who dare get in the way of gains and business. It happened to him on the daily, so he wasn't surprised this Big Timer seemed to suffer from the same issue. However, it did get Juelz thinking... What kind of person could throw a big enough wrench in the massive gears of Quinn's operation...? Hmmm...."No worries, Mr. Quinn. No matter what kind of pesticides you use, rodents and pests always manage to worm their way into your crops and livelihood. But I digress, if you want to see what i'm capable of just look at my territory. Brooklyn and Manhattan, for example. Conquered within months with very little casualties and many happy clients. I run a tight business with little margin for error, Mr. Quinn. I'm currently in the works of taking over The Bronx market... All in due time, but I'm sure you're aware of that mindset."★ Olivianothing of importance to note . |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 5, 2015 21:02:27 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Quinn had been in the game for a long time there was no denying that. The man had made a name and an empire for himself. He had climbed through the ranks if not pushed his way in. He wasn't a man objective to bloodshed. He wasn't objective to torture of any kind. He also wasn't gender bias whatsoever. Anyone who knew him was well aware of it. That redhead was in for a long night before her life would come in an end. He'd make sure she was humiliated and made to feel completely helpless. Watch her beg asking to let her live or beg to kill her. Key is he watched. There was usually one man in particular that did such grinding work on someone when Quinn asked. Lucky for that redhead that man was out on a job and Quinn saw no reason to need his services this time. His men could or should be able to teach her a well needed lesson.
* This boy, no this young man, before him he was starting to like a little. Something exuded from Juelz that even Quinn could not deny. The boy had a spark, had a knack. His demeanor called for command. To Quinn that could be dangerous in some ways yet all the same extremely useful. Indeed everyone big or small had their little nuisances that had to deal with. Little pest that slipped through the cracks and crawled into ones gears putting a monkey wrench in the workings of a usually well oiled machine. Thinking about it Quinn was silently getting agitated not at Juelz but at the gull anyone had to fuck with his stuff. Putting out his cigar he drank a quick last glomp of his Scotch, clanking the glass a bit against the table. With a snicker and a grunt he peeled himself off his chair making his way around the table as he spoke heading for the door.
"You speak volumes Santana. You have been working hard indeed. Come walk with me."
* Had Juelz listened to follow Quinn would continue to lead the way opening the door and allowing Juelz to step out first before closing the door behind him and proceeding down the corridor. He'd make a little small talk as they would navigate all the way till they got down to where the girl had been taken.
"Ya know you look pretty damn strong for your age. Eating them Wheaties? Heh but them girls are all over you huh. I remember being as fit as you. Meh I was a glutton for power though. Can't ya tell?"
* Quinn seemed to be making fun of himself with ease and a strong hearty laugh as they neared the room.
"I like you Santana I do.. I think you and I can work something out. Though I am curious about your mindset in certain affairs. How would you handle the little minx in this room, I wonder."
* Inside the dim lit room there was five guys: two larger ones, and three of a medium build. Olivia still dangled by her wrist from the hook she was attached to with her head hanging low. That hit to the head was so clean and hard. Her body save for wearing her undergarments was exposed to the small amount of cold air that lingered in the room. She finally started to groan and shift a little as a voice faintly heard said 'wakey wakey'. Cold water suddenly splashed against her form wetting her hair and face. That woke her up as she thrashed a bit from the sudden shock. Cerulean blues widely gazed about, her chest heaved a little. Damn that water was cold. She looked up and noticed she was bound. The men laughed and taunted and that only angered her.
"I swear when I get out of this-"
"You swear what? You're in no position for threats sweetheart. You're finally gonna get yours for screwing with the boss."
"I swear you fuckers get dumber and dumber everyday. And you're hard of hearing. You got the wrong fucking girl!"
* Her shouting voice could be heard as Quinn had opened the door just as one of the larger men had gave Olivia a swift right hook to her ribs. She couldn't truly brace for it in her positioning. Her body jolted as it rang through her body. She grunted her response her head draped down, attempting to regain her breath. There was something of noteworthy upon her back for the young kingpin to recognize. Something of long past. Something that was once just a mere drawing with a laugh that someday it would be a tattoo and yet now here it was waving before him.
"F- Fuck you."
* Through gritted teeth she managed to be defiant which made the man smirk as he swung a left hook this time at her face connecting hard with her cheek. His strike was hard enough to turn the wet beauty's form a little from the force only providing the smallest glimpse of her face. Blood trickled from her lip in response to his blow. Quinn clapped walking a little forward before half circling her to get in front of her. Talking towards Juelz and his men all the same.
"Bravo men finally did something truly worthy of my praise. You got this elusive bitch. My... she is a sexy one.. Look at that body mmm..Isn't that a shame Santana, to have all of this go to waste? Maybe I should've tasted first."
* Quinn was right in front of her having already reached out with his right hand in the beginning of him speaking and caressed her cheek. Though once his hand began to run down her neck and towards her chest she tried to muster the strength to grip her hands on the hook and pull herself to hold leverage and kick Quinn with both her legs. She almost had it to but she was stopped before she could really start as the had noticed and gave her another shot in the ribs. Olivia grunted again at a lost of breath and pain, those ribs were gonna be bruised up for awhile. Thankfully they weren't broken yet. Quinn laughed at the girls attempt before purposely grabbing the left side of her chest and gave it a hard squeeze with intent to make it hurt. She couldn't even focus on the fact that Quinn said Santana. The name had completely slipped past her. The girl was only seeing red currently.
"You're feisty I like that. Makes it all the more pleasure to watch that fire shimmer out."
"F-Fuck you."
* Quinn laughed at her expense as did the others. He gave another hard squeeze causing her to tense and grit her teeth in pain. Letting go he would walk past and give her butt a slap. The bigger guy standing in front of her again. Quinn would stand before Santana looking up at the boy as he was shorter than he.
"Really a damn shame.. She's fucked with too much of my dealings and products...Kind of a shame really didn't know she was that gorgeous.. Slightly makes me wanna keep her as a pet. How about you?"
* Quinn stupidly hadn't realized who daughter he was degrading for if he had he would've been running for the hills after the first hit. But did that really matter considering the teenager that stood before him? Did it matter that she was a Cassadine when there was someone she used to be very close with bearing witness to this?
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 7, 2015 4:56:36 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! When Quinn gestured for Juelz to follow him, he did just that with casual strides as his hands rested comfortably in slack pockets. With confident steps past The Big Timer, Juelz walked through the opening with the steps of a man with nothing to fear. Well, to be honest, the teenager had very to little fear when regarding the very high potential of impending danger. He was leagues ahead of these foot soldiers physically, mentally, and spiritually. They could attack in droves and he'd withstand their assaults time and time again. Once in the hallway, those shaded eyes of Juelz glanced to the left, followed by the right. As he expected, no danger—but a small fraction of the heir was hoping Quinn decided to play the aggressor. Heh, small-talk. He looked strong for his age? Damn straight he did! He has spent years training, learning, developing, and molding himself into a man to be respected and fear. Years of Japan life taught Juelz more than how to run an empire and how to kill a man with minimal effort. Life in the east also taught the boy how to love, forge friendships, and hide the crippling pain of loss. "What happened in Japan stays in Japan", a quote he created for himself to associate with the harshness of reality and "privilege". Looking strong was an understatement, he was strong and not a single soul alive could convince him otherwise. "I'm sure you still got it, Mr. Quinn. You may have put on some mass due to your plunder and riches but not a single motherfucker can match your experience and wisdom."He laughed alongside The Big Timer as they continued down the corridor and to the level where the little minx seemed to be being held. But then the question came, what would he do? Heh, what a fun question. "I'd let that bitch know who the fuck she is messing with. I'd humiliate her, and her family. I'd conquer her physically before shattering her mentally. Then I'd make sure my associates are around. Let them get a piece a of the pie and witness first hand what could happen to them if they get the balls to try and fuck me."He paused. "Assuming I can't find a use for her. If she has a skill I can utilize It would be a damn shame to let said talent go to waste. Don't you agree, Mr. Quinn?"A screaming voice from behind the door caused a single brow from The Cocaine Connoisseur to arch inward in mild curiosity. So these idiots got the wrong person, huh? Certainly possible considering who she was dealing with. But there was also that slim chance she could be playing them all for damn fools, saying whatever it is she needed to say to make sure she awakes to see another day. Regardless of how Juelz felt about her words, he was a guest in the humble abode of Quinn. So he'd steer clear of this supposed case of "mistaken identity". He stood a little further to the right of Quinn's thug as he examined the exposed female struggling from the dangling position like a cow carcass. What he saw next... Time froze as a wooden stake lodged in the mummified heart of Juelz drove deeper into the sludge depths of the ossified muscle. The Mythical Phoenix. A divine beast associated with flames, death, and rebirth. It held no true meaning to him, but held some to an individual he deemed not only as an equal, but as a friend. The image of the bird struck a chord and his heart screamed bloody murder as emotions flared internally. However, Juelz' face remained stoic, but, behind those shades, golden eyes no longer held their honey colored tint. The frightening gaze of The Conqueror was now a sapphire blue, but not a single person would be aware of the triggered change. "How long has it been...? Years..." Quinn's boorish taunts only drove that metaphorical stake deeper and deeper as those emotional eyes of Juelz remained on the tattoo. His mind split in two, one half calculating exactly how he could take out every last fucker standing without alerting the rest of the riff-raff. While the opposing half reminisced over "simpler" times with a once faceless girl who slowly grew features until her flawless visage became recognizable. "I never... I'm... Yeah..." Scarred hands formed into clubs as Quinn continued to do what he did best. His men made the situation no better, their nasty snickers and lustful stares made Juelz' stomach churn something vicious. The Girl being struck almost made him snap completely upon realize who it was and who was receiving these relentless blows. She endured this... For how long? The two lingering thoughts fused together. His hatred, sadness, and joy morphed into one collective feeling and guided his next actions. Quinn stood beside the young man and spouted words that only sounded like a jumbled mess of fuckery to the somewhat berserking teenager. He knew how to control himself, but he slowly felt himself loosing control, and, when he lost control, people lost their lives. If he was his younger-self, the fourteen/fifteen year old known to extreme fits of violence at any given whim. This entire warehouse would be at war with a Titan. But now that he stood here as a man, a "refined" man, he knew how to handle the situation despite the yearning to revert back to primal instinct. Walking past Quinn without saying a single word, Juelz positioned himself in front of the female and just looked at her with zero expression. He then spoke, voice full of demand and hostility. "In all due respect, Mr. Quinn. I'll be lowering and releasing this girl into my custody. Any objections? Because if any of you fucking morons take even the smallest of a fraction step forward I'll kill you where you stand."God dammit... So much for "refined.".. Fucking idiot. Look, he tried, okay?! Old habits die hard and old true friendship never dies. He always lacked the function to maintain his teachings and creed when dealing with "this one", and it showed at this very instant. Suaveness out the window, business mentally tsunami'd by burning rage, and collected nature no more. If he had fangs, they would be bared and at the ready. "Welcome home, shithead..."He whispered to Olivia with a rather... Sadistic grin. For a man who tried his damnedest to keep this monster under the bed... He sure did embrace it willingly. |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 8, 2015 9:23:23 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Small talk made the dream work! Well that wasn't exactly correct but it rhymed though. But small talk did provide a break in between heavy business chatter. Such dialogue for extended periods of time got old and stale quickly. Quinn didn't like spend all that free time that he opened for business consultations to be spent entirely on such. True he had other matters to attend to that unfortunately pertained to business but some of those were lighter. Some were more entertaining than others as such with this case. At Santana's colorful words Quinn grinned and laughed. More and more he was liking the upcoming kingpin before him. The twisted imagination of the man enjoyed the tortured tale Santana spun. His mind swirled with the mere thoughts. It made him half tempted to let the boy try his hand.
* Alas the little minx was Quinn's problem and with her finally caught; so he thought; he wasn't ready to give her up to know one. He wanted to be the reason of her pain and humiliation. Had he had decided to let her live for whatever reason that he would be a haunting memory for her. Something that would make her always look over her shoulder in constant fear. Create a paranoia within her being. Even if he choose to smite her life her spirit would have the linger thoughts and feelings. This girl really pissed him off.
* Olivia's body grew in temperature. The wet beauty was seething inside. The fire was burning ready to burst into cosmic fire. That was the worst kind. The flames of the eternal phoenix was not something anyone wanted to walk into. The fire was hot enough to turn flesh and bone to ash in an instance. What burned within this red head was a fury only to be sedated once she was freed and able to extinguish those before her. One does not simply cage the Phoenix. In truth they did not understand what they were awakening within. Truthfully neither would she. It was stirring, bubbling waiting for the trigger to switch on. In her eyes there was a flickering of a crimson red coloring shadowing her cerulean blues on and off unnoticeable due to her heads downward positioning. It seemed like an internal struggle was taking place till a voice rang out providing a small distraction to the inner fight.
* Her head remained low still gathering herself from the previous strikes. When one couldn't brace for something it often took a lot out of them than normal. Olivia wasn't in the statement of mind for familiarity otherwise maybe she would've recognized the voice which quicker despite the obvious fact that it probably was deeper than the last time she heard it. His whisper was nothing to her since past the beginning of his sentence about taking her, everything after was a echoed mumble. Whatever strength she could muster up she did so by swinging her right leg up to kick her actual 'savior' in the balls. She was upset. okay?! Whether he blocked it or it landed home her words would remain the same during the attack.
"I'm not some piece of property you can just fucking trade around! Fuck you!"
* Fuck you seemed to be the phrase of the evening from the troubled youth. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Water dripped off her form while her chest moved up and down it lightly quick breaths still working through the pain in her body. Cerulean blues glared intensely at the one before her not putting his image to anything at first before it struck her and struck her hard. Her entire visage changed upon having a realization about who was in front of her. Then the name Quinn spoke before sunk in. For a moment the memory stung to bring forward but it did present itself providing a form of relief in her body and mind. How long had it been? Two years? Well that was how long she was missing for. Technically she was thought to be dead after some time. It was only recently that Dante had found her and the family hadn't truly openly spoken about her return just yet. She was in disbelief at the small world it was to find him here. He looked a but different of course in a sense of his body and such. She had grown up a bit more herself.
* Quinn on the other hand was not pleased with Santana's tone towards him nor his men. Quinn found himself staring at the young boy before laughing his men around him soon followed in snickers, especially one of the larger that stood behind Santana. The one that had been delivering the strikes to her.
"Heh, Santana what is this huh? You come into my place and demand? You know you were right about my wisdom and experience and in such your reactions tell me you know this girl."
* The one behind Santana would shift in his place in preparation of any order Quinn just might dish out. Quinn remained in the distance of the room as he continued on. His tone casual yet underneath there was a heavy annoyance shadowing it.
"I would really hate to think that she is working with you. That you'd send this bitch to come and disrupt my operations for your gain. To think after we were just having a lovely conversation and getting along. That's some sneaky shit Santana. A part of me finds it amusing enough to let it slide at the cleverness. But the better half does not take likely to shit like that or someone stepping into my grounds and making threats. Don't be stupid."
"The older they get the more brain cells they lose to formulate a proper thought. You have the wrong girl. You might not want him to let me down cause I'ma start with you sunshine."
* Olivia referred to the one behind Santana in a angered filled tone towards Quinn and them all. Naturally she was just making matters worse. That was kinda like her yet all the same not. Usually despite the situation more often than some she played the peacekeeper. But push her? And she was a wild cat, claws and fangs. Her eyes would cast back to Juelz in front of her still a little unable to figure out what to say to him until she smirked and finally whispered back.
"Where's my present then?"
* Umm, not the time for fun and games. Quinn's displeasure only grew at both of the disrespectful teens in his establishment.
"They all claim innocence to save their life.. Decision is yours Santana. Right now it doesn't look pleasant. Matter fact I think we're past the niceties aren't we? Damn shame...You should leave Santana."
* Seemed like Quinn was considering letting Santana go probably mainly because of his father. But Olivia, it appeared he wasn't going to part easily at all. The boys in the room already had been prepping as told by their subtle twitches and the one behind taking a step forward. A small one but a step nonetheless. If only she had just stayed home.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 12, 2015 0:26:17 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! Giving in to temptation never felt so damn good! Like a particular Walt Disney classic, all he did was let it go. The words of Olivia caused Juelz to chuckle in a tone that rivaled a hyena. When she tried to deliver a knee to his manhood, he intercepted the blow with an open palm, still laughing, the anticipation now getting the best of the tactical teenager. With a really big grin, Juelz just looked at the redhead with a vibrating body. An unknown beast was on the verge of releasing itself from its rusty shackled confines, that was was more than apparent by the way he acted and responded to the hostility. The snickers from Quinn and his men caught the attention on the beast. So, spinning on his dress shoes heels, he faced The Big Shot and his crew with the a sinister grin that would never falter. Subtle annoyance coated the words of Quinn as his bigger cronnie shifted in preparation for the inevitable order. However, the heightened senses of The Heir took note of this and gestured for the large brute to cease his actions with a taunting finger wag, only adding fuel to the miniature fire already engulfing flammable in its destructive path. Did he care? Of course not! He was in no position to think tactically, he only wanted one of these fuckers to make the first move despite the overwhelming odds against him. Quinn continued while Olivia took the liberty to respond— with her instigating ass! Just like the "good" old days, right? The days she had to bail him out of trouble, the days where he was in the very same position she was in, minus the claim of "mistake identity". Yeah, she always had his back despite how detrimental it was to her health and social standings. Only one other person stood by his side like that... And that person ended up dead due to his incompetence and narrow-mindedness. He promised himself he'd never let that happen again, he promised to become the image of the man he sought so her death wouldn't be in vain. But what about now? He was the only one who could protect Olivia, what if he couldn't do it? One against three hundred seemed like unlikely odds, after all. Could he do it? Would this be another repeat of that faithful day. Would he let another friend die? The smile faltered into that trademarked stoic expression of his. Reality hurts and he was most certainly feeling it now. He let it go, but he reclaimed those lost senses almost instantly—the beast back in shackles stronger than ever before. He wasn't a child anymore, he was a grown ass man with a dream, life, responsibility, and feelings; for whatever those are worth. He refused to fall back in that bottomless ditch after Olivia spent so long pulling him out, he owed her that much. Juelz addressed her with a grin as she whispered. It was ironic, really. She realizes who he is after the fact... Just Saying. Pulling those aviators off with a single hand, he'd put them on her face. "Hold on to these for me, alright?"Aka: "Papa has work that needs to be done." But, if she looked in his eyes. She would notice that almond tint was no more, but instead they were blue and held a strange brand, his iris' swirling like blue clouds behind the unknown brand. Santana felt no different, but his current mood swing returned him back to his tactical nature and eerily relaxed. But when the larger goon took the faintest of steps forward... That was when everything became crystal clear.Juelz acted instinctively to the smallest of movement, like a cockroach picking up movement with its antenna. Literally in a blur he was gone, moving directly behind Olivia and intercepting the goon mid step forward. He left nothing but a subtle gust of wind in his wake as a fist lodged itself into the muscular chest of the goon. "Now what did I just say?"Blood spewed from the rancid mouth of the goon as his fist churned the intestinal tract. He lifted the 250 pound tower of muscle a few inches off the ground as his fist dug deeper into his gut. Skin wasn't punctured yet, but any more of this pressure, Santana would have a hand full of innards. The branded eyes of The Heir took in the heavy thug balanced on his fist before fixating that soul sapping glare on Quinn. "I get nothing from interfering with you or your petty operations, Mr.Quinn. If you don't see or understand that, I'm afraid my friend here is right. And that is fine, I came here not giving a fuck about the outcome and I'm more than happy to leave the same way."With a flick of the wrist, Juelz sent the thug toppling to the ground, defeated and coughing up nothing but blood. "But I'm taking her with me and if any of you even try to stop me... Well-"He sighed, a blue mist flowing from those plump lips of his. They knew the rest, pointless to finish.★ Oliviahe ain't gonna' lose another one, fuck that shit . Qi Word Count: 866 because i guess buildup doesn't count, right? Zomg! /facepalm . |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 15, 2015 15:00:10 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * He was laughing. She didn't really think the situation was ideally hilarious. Well ok she made a joke or two of her own to lighten the mood but she wasn't laughing like he was. Though it was that type of laugh that could be proven more dangerous than anything else. That Joker like laugh where he just knew he was about to fuck everyone up in the room. Boy did he have the grin to match it. Something was unlocking within the white haired teen before her. The gears of the ticking clock were becoming undone. Each time the second hand clicked the more unhinged the sleeping beast seemed to become.
* Quinn was in no mood for wise cracks. That was becoming more and more apparent. The big goon whom had taken a preparation step gazed with defiance against the taunting finger wag. The large man smirked at the boldness of Santana. At the balls he thought this kid had thinking he was just gonna simply walk away from here. It made the man snicker within his throat, yet he didn't move to do anything until he was given an order to. Like sheep waiting for the shepherd to give a command.
* Olivia hadn't meant to instigate but to be fair the girl was far more than simply upset by the situation. Often at times she tried to be the one not to do such things but hey her occasional temper and sharp tongue got the best of her in some cases. Honestly could one even blame her in this predicament? She was merely out for a stroll happened to by luck walk past some stupidity and was knocked out being mistaken for some other woman. To top it all off they stripped her of her clothes leaving her in her undergarments. Oh yes she was supposed to be the most cheerful, calmest person ever indeed. Cerulean blues would cast on him looking him over while his back was turned towards her. Excuse a girl for admiring for a moment. Again she mauled over how different he appeared but then again her memory was fuzzy as is but she remembered enough.
* A familiar presence filled the room briefly as she watched him. How many times had she witnessed his hostility before? How many times did she stand up for his impulsive ways? There were days it reminded her of dealing with Dante and Adonis in one person. Yet all three were equally as different. Adonis for sure would've been the worse of the trio in this situation. His impulsive nature practically didn't know any bounds. She stood by him because she was loyal like that. They had formed a friendship in which she valued. She enjoyed their banter and playful times; especially pushing his buttons. But now she was the one in the utmost need. He was the only one that could honestly protect her. The only one that could save her from this cluster fuck. That was a lot of pressure to place on someone and if she was honest she wasn't happy about it. She didn't like feeling this helpless or relying on another in such a matter. Briefly her thoughts swam back to a time where a particular individual had given his life for hers and she didn't want that to happen again. But what could she do? She was stuck hanging there like a piece of meat on a hook.
* Internally she frowned till he finally faced her. For some reason an eerie feeling enveloped her. Everything seemed to fall into a deafening silence as he removed his shades and placed them on her face. She would've said something smart had it not been for her being taken back by the strangest of his eyes. Never having seen it before she didn't know what to say or what to think. What was this about? Everything about his aura was slightly different. What had been awaken within him? Though he was calm once again it wasn't that type of relaxing calm. It gave her the vibe that he was about to do something she probably would deem incredibly stupid. Yet he was her only hope in this wasn't he? Words weren't going to get them out of this that seemed for certain. Before she could even utter his name he had zipped behind her to a good that approached. She blinked in response to his sudden vanishing trick as she heard the commotion behind her.
~What the fuck was that?~
* As she tried to peer over her shoulder as much as possible, Quinn's eyes widened at the display. Santana was fast, abnormally fast. The four in the room stared in disbelief. The large goon that had struck her previously was almost frozen in place before her. As if he wanted to react but just wasn't nearly responsive enough to do so. The others were spread about a bit in the same frozen state. Quinn only grew in anger watching Santana so easily take out one of his finer men.
"You little piece of shit. Here I thought we were on good terms. Thought you were smarter. But you come here and disrespect me? Threaten me? You really think you'll just get out of here so easily? You're little tricks don't scare me. Have it your way Santana."
* Instinctively the others moved in except the larger one before Olivia. By the way her arms were getting really tired. He, however, stayed behind for a good reason. If Santana wanted the girl than the goon was gonna use the girl. Quinn had opened the door calling in the three guys that were outside the room in. While Santana was distracted the large goon would unhook her from her perch but before she could react he made sure to grab her in a tight bear hug. Her ribs were already in pain from the previous two heavy blows so when he pinned her arms down and wrapped his behemoth arms around her torso she grunted in response as he threatened to crack her ribs. In a harsh tone he spoke in her ear.
"Call to him. Cry for him."
"N-No..F-fuck you.."
"Neither one of you are getting out alive now. Call to him and watch him die."
"H-he's gonna kill you...Nngh!"
* With every defiance he squeezed tighter and tighter. It was hard for her not to grunt as the integrity of her ribs was being threatened by the anaconda like grip around her. But most importantly was her refusal to scream. To call out to Juelz and distract him. She just wouldn't do it. She would endure before she called out and forced something bad to happen to him. She already felt responsible a bit that he was in this because of her presence. But then again if they weren't so stupid she wouldn't be in this mistaken identity mess to start. Impulsive fuckers. She tried kicking but his grip was winning over her attempt, draining strength out of her. Thankfully none of the men had guns otherwise this would've long been over. Correction Quinn had one but hadn't drawn it yet. Olivia tried her hardest to muffle her grunts but it was becoming more difficult to do so. Hopefully Juelz would prevail, but she didn't have too much doubt. But to be fair the odds weren't exactly in their favor.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 16, 2015 14:27:23 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! Quinn's words fell on deaf ears, The Conqueror hearing nothing but his own thumping heart for the time being. Was this the power he has been striving for? The strength and awareness to defy gods? It has been six long and grueling months of training, both physically and mentally. Juelz pushed himself to the brink time and time again, but each time, he got a taste of the latent power—and boy was it scrumptious. He found "enlightenment", seeing the true colors of the world on top of achieving physical feats one could only dream of. However, each time he tapped into the hidden energy, the means of drawing it followed a "trend". He didn't live by some anime cliche—none of that corny emotional distress shit. In times where he felt most at peace or thinking about the past, that is when he felt the internal flare of Rokushiki; Power of The Six Kings. The Consul of elders more or less predicted this day. They knew their young heir would need a catalyst, a person or past event to help him realize he was no longer a child stuck in an everlasting nightmare. He needed someone or something worth fighting for, someone or something he'd die for... Heh, who would have guessed Olivia would be his catalyst. Those branded eyes of The Conqueror fixated on the goons moving in on Olivia. Those swirling tomes deciphered their movements while he could physically taste the hostile intent radiating off their beings. Stoic as ever, Juelz removed one of his cufflinks as the men got into position and three more entered with skitters akin to cockroaches. One then wrapped tree trunk sized arms around the already battered ribs of Olivia, her grunts of defiance satisfying yet worrisome at the same time. She was in pain, Juelz knew that while Quinn and his men knew it too. If he didn't do anything quick... No, he was going to save her right now, he just had to preform his next string of actions flawlessly. Exhaling again, more blue mist fell from the lips of Juelz as it spiraled around in swirling motions. "Olivia."He called out with a presence fit for a king. "Don't move."In a blink of an eye, he rose his arm, aimed the cufflink, and flicked it at the goon who had his arms wrapped around her. The cufflink traveled eight meters with speeds that rivaled a bullet leaving the caliber of a powerful rifle. The link, aimed at the forehead of the cronie pierced the skull, swam through the brain, before making an bloody exit on the other side. Needless to say this man was no more, and this was the moment Juelz needed. With more blurry movements, he rocketed himself forward while grabbing the head of the now dead thug and slammed his dome piece against the concrete wall of the warehouse on the other end. The wall cracked and blood trickled and seeped between the cracks of The Conqueror's hand. But then he was gone again, another flash. He moved back over to Olivia with intent on taking care of the remaining goons before they could even process what happened. But, as he rocketed forward with unparalleled speed, he found it damn near impossible to stop on a dime, so Juelz overshoot his interned targets, but not before clothslining them to incapacitate a few of the unlucky souls. He came to a sliding halt, panting ever so slightly due to a rush of fatigue. But of course this new found power came with a price, why wouldn't it? On top of needing how to figure out how to stop on a dime, he also had to manage his energy reserves to cope with the strain? Perfect. No matter, he wasn't about to allow his body to stop him from saying Olivia. So, he rocketed forward once more, this time digging the back of his shoes into the ground to stop preemptively. Success! He stopped directly in front of a group of goons who received a crippling combo of punches and kicks before being sent colliding into various objects and walls in the warehouse. The Conqueror now stood in front of Olivia with only a handful of goons surrounding them now with Quinn hanging in the back, undoubtedly formulating a new game plan. Exhaling more of the mist, Juelz rotated his neck clockwise before speaking up, one more attempt to cease this senseless violence. "One more chance, Mr. Quinn. Final offer."In the grand scheme of things, if he was to kill Quinn today, The Consul and other Big Timers wouldn't take it lightly. The Underworld has a fine inner workings, and the death of one of their Big Timers would cause tremendous backlash. On top of his death being at the hands of a rookie, at that. But fuck The Underworld, when it came to Olivia, Juelz would have all their heads on pikes if need be. Commotions could be heard from above, violence, tasing, and other disturbances. It seemed the Santana Company Elite took it upon themselves to interfere with this little operation. These four individuals rivaled Juelz in terms of combat prowess, but they were also his most trusted associates. They knew the inner-workings of his empire to a Tee, so, if anything ever happened to him. They would be the ones to take over and keep the Cocaine game strong in NYC. The grunts and violence grew closer until, from overhead, a man flew from the second floor down to the floor Quinn, Olivia, and Juelz were on. This poor foul landed head first, breaking every bone in his neck and laid toppled, twitching and choking on blood. Juelz knew the cause of the interference and was grateful for the almost premeditated tactics of his Elite's. Looking at Quinn one last time, he spoke once again. "Well? We can end this right now, Mr. Quinn."★ Oliviatoo much power . Qi Word Count: 1,857 . |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 18, 2015 14:55:44 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Everything within the young redhead was burning with the desire to join the fray. She wasn't exactly thrilled to be in a position where she was rendered essentially helpless. Actually it bothered her deeper than one could understand. Through the torment on her ribs to the anger that filled her she didn't have the current capacity to let the situation truly hit her heart. To allow her past the opportunity to creep in and corrupt her mind with further heartache. To remind her of how completely powerless she was at one time where it counted the most. To poke at her tauntingly about how she let someone so close to her die trying to save her. If it wasn't for everything happening in rapid succession the thought would've longed caught up with her and her fighting will would've died momentarily. Matters would've only gotten worse as that one slip up would've caused the pain to intensify forcing her to cry out like the guy wanted. It only takes a moment to ruin everything. Luck be that it wasn't the case.
* Her defiance wasn't surprising. It was something that came naturally. She refused to take anymore part in this predicament. It was bad enough that it happened. Worse that he was a part of it and she was the cause. Would it make her feel any better to know that she was the catalyst for this awakening within him? Probably not. Not that she wasn't impressed by his display but now wasn't the time to admire. Truth be told she wasn't even sure what was going on with him. All she could deduce was that something clicked that set off a chain of events. A chain she had no real intention on breaking even if she could. Olivia wanted them to hurt. She wanted them to bleed. She wanted them to remember this very moment. However she preferred to be the one delivering the message but since she couldn't Juelz was more than a perfect candidate.
* But he had grown more deadly hadn't he? More fearsome. A greater force not to be trifled with than he once was. So long it had been since they last saw each. Did she really know this boy no this man before her like she once did? With the time that passed how much of him had changed and how much stayed the same? Right now within the confines of that room stood a beast of a man. Determination beyond measurement. The essence of a territorial wolf. The aura that emulated from him was heavy, enough force to weigh the strongest of men down with its suffocating pressure. These men were idiotic to have not choose to yield before more bloodshed was had. So often in situations where a man's power or position was tested they so often impulsively opted for the most quick and physical route. They rarely ever choose to weigh out their options. With the behemoth squeezing tighter she gritted her teeth as she heard her name. Did he really tell her not to move like she really had a choice? Through gritting teeth she quipped back sarcastically at Juelz as the behemoth perked a brow.
"Wou-wouldn't dream of it."
* Cause of course she was highly fond of her positioning and having her lungs compressed. Before a word could be said Juelz had flung his cuff link at a high speed at the man's head. Olivia barely saw what had been done. All she knew was something left his hand and struck the man behind her. Little did she know he had totally just Magneto'd that dude. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for something happening so fast. She felt the power of his grip die and as it did his arms released her causing her body to fall just as Juelz zipped and grabbed the man taking him to the other end with a hard slam into the wall. Olivia's wet almost completely bare form hit the ground with a thud. Cause someone wasn't fast enough to come back and at least catch her rude. Her semi wet hair created a small veil over the side of her face as she coughed, breathing a bit quickly trying to regain herself. She's barely been back a week and she was already in deep shit. Her father was going to kill her. Then probably kill the guards that weren't paying attention enough to notice she had slipped out. Well then again by now they surely noticed she was gone.
* When Juelz again zipped past her the rush of air caused a small shiver in her body that was already somewhat trembling. No, not out of fear but from the cold water that was splashed on her prior along with the temperature in the room having been lowered for that very reason. His glasses had slide down the bridge of her nose from the sudden drop causing her to gaze over the frames as she looked up to the beast that stood in front of her. Cerulean blues widened for a moment at his abrupt reappearance blinking the expression as she looked at the body littered ground. Quinn hung back indeed because he couldn't remotely piece together the puzzle that was right before his eyes. This girl meant something to Santana. Despite Quinn's anger he picked up on that very quickly. Quinn's mind ran with the motion that she must've been Santana's girl; why else would he have made the biggest of fusses right? Quinn would be lying if he said there wasn't a bit of fear swimming in his veins. Commotion from above caught his attention and only pissed him off more. It made him think that Santana planned this all along. Planned to attempt hostility towards the man. Safe bet Quinn was beyond less than pleased. Whether he was right or wrong about the notion his thoughts were final. Quinn didn't build his empire without instilling fear back. All the leverage he had at this point he would just buy his time now. Whatever dealings could've been were dead in the water. Somewhere between the commotion Quinn's gun was in his hand but remained clutched at his side as he gritted his teeth in unimaginable anger.
"This isn't over Santana..Not by a fucking long shot."
"No. It's over unless you're a complete idiot and want everything burned to ashes."
"Don't push it bitch. You still have a debt to-"
"Ugh you have the wrong fucking girl for the last time. I don't even know you nor do I care!"
* Yeah safe bet that she was really really angry. No she wasn't helping the situation but honestly could anyone really blame her. She was knocked out for a case of mistaken identity. Taken to some damn warehouse where she was stripped to her undergarments and had cold ass water thrown on her; hit a few times. Oh and was having a unwelcome hug fest with a behemoth. Oh wait let's not forget Quinn's little touching on her, yeah she really didn't like that. Angrily and a bit shaky she pushed herself off the ground to stand only to grab her ribs in pain and sway towards Juelz. She wanted a piece of Quinn badly. It was probably best for Juelz to keep a good hold on the fiery redhead that is assuming he caught her. Quinn still was left unaware that he had Cassadine's daughter in his mitts. All three parties were in some kind of trouble in their own rights by each other's parties. If Juelz held her, those orbs would look up to him over the shades first with a scowl that wasn't meant for him before it quickly faded into a more appreciative stare. A very silent thank you mixed with she really wanted to leave. Commotion could be heard over one of the downed men's radio; drawing Quinn to frustratingly storm over retrieving it as he radioed over before returning his words to the pair.
"Stand fucking down! ------ You heard me! ---- I invited you and planned some shit like this? Get out but understand you will pay for this insolence. You still have a lot to fucking learn Santana. Take your bitch and leave."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 22, 2015 18:17:11 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! The swirling brand of The Conqueror leveled on Quinn who clenched the personal firearm. This new found power kept Juelz levelheaded, aware, and in peak condition; both mentally and physically. Though the legendary energy did take a hefty tool on his stamina reserves, he'd remain standing and ready as long as he needed too. Quinn made a threat and Olivia took it upon herself again to retort in Juelz' stead— because speaking for himself is something he can't do, right?. No issue, he allowed her to have her fair say as those spiraling blue brands fixated on the second floor. A blond approached the railing, the glare of a protective mother bear focused on the happenings of the lower level. The female was dressed in all black, she wore a black sweater, black slacks, and black heel boots. She rose her arm and extended a Magnum pistol at Quinn, asserting not only her dominance, but also her skill as an unparalleled marksmen. "Easy there, love. You know the objective."A voice from behind the female broke the mild tension. Strolling beside her would be a man smoking a cigarette with electrifying tonfa's—that'll explain the "zap" sounds for earlier. Spinning the twin weapons twice in grip, he'd leap over the railing and land directly next to Juelz with a rather "bored" facial expression. "Surrounding perimeter is secured, Santana. Though, the place is filled with hostiles and I'm afraid escaping without using further hostility is a no-go. Your orders?"Juelz eyed the man before shifting his vision over to the struggling Olivia who wouldn't to give Quinn a piece of her mind. However, before she got to far, Juelz took off his blazer, and draped the over sized jacket over the female in attempt to warm her up and stood her dead in her tracks. Underneath the black blazer would be a white vest to further complement his black and white color scheme. The Brand of The Conqueror still swirled and the longer it was active, the more energy it drained from him. Though now wasn't the time to fret over exhaustion when they were still deep in "enemy" grounds. "That'll do, Olivia. Come on, lets go home."Hopefully she retained enough commonsense to know staying her only meant further trouble from them both. He saved her, so it was time to get the fuck out of dodge. The blond overhead took the words spoken by Juelz as a sign to do what she was ordered to do in case things went to shit— and, if you haven't been keeping up with the thread. Things have, big time. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out an USB drive and tossed it down to Juelz. All it took was an simple arm reach on Juelz part and the drive landed perfectly in his hand. "Normally I wouldn't let such disrespect go unpunished. But this is no normal circumstance. So I digress. But here, take this."He tossed the drive underhand to make it easier to catch. "Word travels, and I know you have been suffering from a particular issue. Seven hours from now, pop that USB drive in and you'll have your lead. If the lead suffices, reach out to me and I'll give you the final piece to your Da Vinci code. Consider it my way of apologizing for today's happenings. Ever smart man has a fail switch, right, Quinn?""So we ride then?""Yup.""Understood. Oy', love. Drop the gun, alright? We ride.""Lets go, Olivia."Juelz gestured from the female to take the lead and walk directly in front of him in case Quinn tried some underhanded sneaky shit. The female holstered her firearm, leaped from the railing, gave a respectful bow to Quinn, before following her crew and covering their blind sides with readied senses. They came to a window, a boot flew through the glass to cut their travel time drastically. First through were the two associates, followed by Olivia, then Juelz. Once outside, five sport vehicles awaited for their getaway. Two out of the five exotic cars were occupied while the other three remained for them. "You five scout to make sure we aren't being followed.""Got that, boss. But what about you?""I need to take her home, I'll keep in touch. Await the call from Quinn.""Understood, take care of yourself."The two associates got in their cars. "Natalia."Juelz called out to the Blonde. "Yes?""Next time chill on the gun-play." "Understood, Mister Santana."And with that, all five cars peeled off in opposite directions. The only two people left were Juelz and Olivia. Like a gentlemen, he opened the door for the bruised and battered female and allowed her access to the leather interior of the car. "Get i--..."The Brand suddenly reverted back to nothingness and Juelz felt an intense way of fatigue wash over him like a massive wave. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the boy sighed. "Get in."His eyes returned to their original hue. ★ Olivialets get out of here . Qi Word Count: 2,694 . {Qi Word Count Met} |
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Post by Olivia on Jul 23, 2015 12:24:30 GMT -5
the lion does not need the whole world to fear him, only those nearest to where he roams. ▼ | * Olivia would always make it a point to retort proudly when she was extremely pissed. Be glad she spoke English and not ripped him a new one in one of her languages. When she started throwing in her native tongue that's how one knew they really got under her skin. Mindful that this situation had counted as such but Juelz presence calmed the little firecracker to a degree at least. Sometimes she can play the peacekeeper, other times a girl had to show her growl. After all a lioness was the true hunter while the lion occupied his pride and fought on the occasion. But the lioness was a fearsome creature not to be trifled with. Then again it made for a interesting dynamic if one thought about it.
* Did she want a piece of Quinn? Hell yeah. Did she want to kick a of these guys in the balls? No, actually she wanted to rip those off but that was besides the point. There was a time and place for everything. Fight or flight. Though she very much stubbornly wanted to fight her body wasn't in the best of condition to do so. Flight was the proper choice, hell even Quinn knew that which led to his decision to make his men stand down. Of course he wasn't happy about it either but the man was smart enough to value his life. Quinn was stuck between a rock and a hard place unable to truly make a single move. Despite the presence of a pair of people associated with Juelz, Olivia would make a motion to move before she was stopped by a jacket being placed over her damp form.
* She glanced at him with a defiant squint; one that would match a child's defiance to a parent. She inhaled and exhaled sharply from her nose as a silent 'fine' while her eyes rolled. It was time to go indeed. The was steadily growing. It already had burst and spread across the walls but the heat was getting more intense. When Juelz spoke about not tolerating disrespect Quinn quipped back immediately filled with anger.
"Y-You what?! You came and disrespected me and you-- the fuck is this?"
* Now that was a expected and natural reaction from the man considering. His words cut off abruptly as he cut the USB drive while Juelz continued to speak most calmly to the man. Olivia merely watched the exchange, listening and perking her brow about Juelz words. Curiosity made her want to ask what that was about; maybe later. Quinn gritted his teeth, holding the USB tightly looking back up to Santana and his crew. He eye balled them as they began to move. The man was honestly a bit at a lost for words or rather was making a smart conscious choice not to say anymore. Olivia shifted her arms through the jacket sleeves to give herself a little more warmth. She didn't really have a qualm with her being seen half nude because well it's like sporting a bikini right? Though she did mind that it was against her will. As they walked past she gave Quinn the good ol' evil eye wanting nothing more than to grab and twist his balls as a returned favor for his earlier groping. However she was a good girl and refrained herself.
* As they exited apparently the exit was now a window as someone broke it through. Good thing Olivia still had her boots on and wasn't barefooted seeing, ya know there was glass on the floor and ya know she was kinda hurt. She winced a little as she climbed through the window after his associates to waiting cars. Of course he would have exotic cars what else would someone like Juelz have, something generic? Come on now. Cerulean blues continued to stare as he addressed them and they respected him. She actually smirked watching him take such a commanding role. He clearly had their loyalty and in truth that was something extremely valuable.
* Loyalty could never be bought and if someone says otherwise then remember that another could pay them more for that so called 'loyalty'. Steadily she stepped up as he opened the door for her but hesitated to step inside noticing his fatigue. She was a bit tired herself but it was nothing compared to his own that she was sure of. Was she a bit concerned? Sure. Was she gonna overreact with worry? No. Was she gonna try to lighten the mood? Absolutely. He looked like he needed a laugh or at least a smirk. She took a step closer to him and removed the shades from her face with both hands, sliding them back on his before wrapping her arms crossing at her wrist around his neck.
"How about you let me drive huh? I think I can get us out of a ticket should we get pulled over right?"
* She joked and laughed referring to the fact she essentially wasn't wearing much of anything.
"I mean I'm just saying they'd have to catch me first, but still."
* She laughed a little letting him go. He probably was going to decline for obvious reasons but she really was just trying to make him laugh or smile. After all it had been about two years and well she was thought to be dead that whole time yet tada! Here she was. In the flesh. All grown up. Squinting a little a hint of pain she would lean her back against the closed back door, reaching a thumb up to her lip feeling the the bruising and blood. Heavily the redhead sighed and sucked her teeth before looking at him kinda pleading towards the end of her words.
"Tch.. that's pleasant. How about not home?"
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jul 23, 2015 13:57:29 GMT -5
-- you dudes couldn't walk in my shoes ! Olivia— always the difficult one, refused to seek comfort in the leather interior of the 2013 Lexus LFA. Instead she gave Juelz an embrace that rattled the unconquerable core of the raising Drug Lord. Her embrace was met with one of equal compassion, though it all felt like one big dream to Juelz. Has it really been two years? 600+ days of agony and inner-guilt? Before Olivia vanished, both of them left on rocky terms, typical behavior for them both. But when the "fuck you" period came to its foreseeable end, she was no longer around; gone missing in fact. Instinctively Juelz blamed himself for letting another dear friend get away when the whole thing could have been avoided if he just manned the fuck up. He spent countless resources at the time searching for her. Money, time, and men he didn't have two years prior. Still, not even a single lead... Many thought her to be dead, but Juelz knew better. When it comes to a person one is fond of, they just know certain things words can't explain. He knew she wasn't dead by some unknown force, which only left one thought in his mind. He was apart of the reason why she vanished. The embrace held two long years of emotions and the biggest "I'm sorry" anyone has ever gotten out of him. The little comment did nothing to Juelz, not even a cackle for he wasn't really in the joking mode. Instead, he just pulled away from the red-head and waited for her to get into the car. She wanted to drive? Haaaah. No. This was no normal sports car. This was a beast specifically modified to fit his every need at any given whim. Olivia wouldn't be able to tame or even control the high powered buck once the engine got roaring. "I rather you not flaunt your goods around like this is some cheesy comedy movie, Olivia. Besides, Jesus has a better chance in getting pulled over in this city before I do."The words that rolled off his tongue were blunt as ever, but that's just how he operated—that in the fact he was feeling somewhat a little lightheaded due to his little feat not to long ago. When she finally got in, he closed the door behind and made his way over to the driver side. Once inside, the beastly parts of the vehicle roared and churned in unison. Reaching into the glove compartment, Juelz pulled out a vapor-pen and began indulging himself on the watermelon scented vapor, drag after drag after drag. The smoke cycled out of his nostrils before flowing back into his mouth and cycling through his nose again. Tapping the gas with authority, the expensive car darted forward and left the abandoned warehouse district in its wake. "If you don't want to go home, I won't take you there. You're more than welcome to chill with me until all this blows over..."Hmm, this was awkward. How does one start a conversation with a person they missed without breaking down in showing any amount of emotional weakness? "How the fuck did you even manage to get involved with that guy anyways? I know you aren't lying about the mistaken identity. But damn, Olivia."Never mind! Got it! ★ Oliviataking you to the safe house (1 of 1000 safe houses) .
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Post by Kassen Hitokage on Jul 23, 2015 14:05:31 GMT -5
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