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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 ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 1, 2015 4:35:03 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! Overlooking the New York City lights from the comfort of a waterfront mansion, Juelz stood on the balcony taking long drags from his trademarked vapor-pen. The waters were clam and relaxing, but he himself felt and looked like complete shit. Bandage and gauze's covered a very large margin of his body, arms, face, and waist. subtle Blood stains indicated reopened wounds, but he refused to get the protective wrappings changed. The cause of this "wounded" state would be known by very few, but rumors circulated around the occupied mansion and The Underworld. Juelz was summoned to participate in "The SEVEN". A disciplinary action ordered and enforced by the four unseen "Legends" that share control over The Underworld with iron fists. Very few survive an encounter with those seven individuals trained to break a man mentally with a single glare. But Juelz Santana was no normal Kingpin, in fact, he has been seen and noted to have no equal when it came to the moves and "splashes" he was causing on a daily basis. But he survived the encounter with some pretty nasty wounds to show for it. But his punishment was far from over, the disrespect shown by a pup such as him cannot go unnoticed. But, for now, he was in the proper place to recuperate and plan his next course of action. He was interrupted by the residential doctor. "Mister Santana, It is in my expert opinion you should allow me to have a 'proper' look concerning your current state."The elderly gentleman stepped out onto the 4 th story balcony boldly with medical bag in hand. vaporized smoke spewed from the flared nostrils of the boy like a dragon of yore as he fixated hardened honey drizzled orbs upon the bold doctor. "Get the fuck out my face, doctor. If I needed your 'expert advice', I would have fucking asked for it, got it? Learn your place before I learn it for you."The kingly aura of the wounded boy practically lifted the doctor off his feet and threw him back inside. His words were dipped in a deadly toxin he wasn't afraid to inject in the bloodstream of one foolish enough to anger the wounded beast in the process of tending to his wounds. Behind the doctor stood one of Juelz' more trusted associate. The German bombshell looked at him and he looked back at her. Their gazes would cross and just by the look in his eyes, she could tell he wanted and needed to be alone. Today was a very traumatic experience, even he who has a very stable foundation would find themselves rattled in more ways than one. She escorted the doctor away with a subtle grin before shutting the sliding door close and securing it by its lock. Once again alone. He stewed in his pain and thoughts. He had to make a move or everything he worked so hard for would ultimately be for naught. Or, maybe; just maybe... That "get them before they get me" mentality would be the cause of his empire to fall? He didn't know, he was in no real proper state of mind to think so in-depth. But he tried anyways. Why? Because who else did he have to trust in? In this fucked up world, you gotta' be your own biggest ally. |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 1, 2015 10:42:49 GMT -5
your time is now
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What was she doing? The girl's red hair was pushed out of her eyes, as her mouth tightened in stress. Her movements were slow, but careful. Her eyes roamed, making sure to mark the targets, the radio in her ear telling her some easy instructions. Keep to the shadows, use her acrobatics training to keep moving quietly. Get ready to fight if caught. Things like that - things she knew, she was trained for and most of all, what she was made to do. Things she didn't want to use, but had to now because she was in too deep not to. She was really screwed in other words, and she just kept getting worse because going back would be a disaster and so was going forward. Like a mouse trapped in a labyrinth. Why the fuck was she doing this? She didn't know why. She didn't even know how - how she got past the security, how she got here, on the roof, and how she got to be near. She remembers her owner telling her she had a 'job' - that always meant something illegal or dangerous. She hated him so goddamn much to the point she wanted to rip his face off. He was the only one she hated so - others didn't even register to her. Most of the time. But she had a plan to get out from under his thumb - to be free. She could only assume that things went screwy with her plan somewhere - or peach shaped honestly. Whatever it was, it was annoying. So she was here, trying to infiltrate one of the most guarded places in the underground of New York. Fantastic. Whatever she was running on, it was pure luck, because nobody should have gotten this far. Dropping from the roof to the window sill with a quiet thump, in her pocket she hit the button to make the camera loop for a few moments. Only so she could sidle past it. And there! A balcony - thank you Lady Luck for sending that her way. It meant she could get inside, steal whatever it was the fucker wanted, and get out. Her steps were measured, cautious, and finally, she gripped the sides of the balcony. Without a sound she hoisted herself on it's side, landing on the edge... only to come face to face with someone she really, really didn't want to see right now. The girl's blue eyes widened, the only feature of hers visible through the marine mask and clothing. Her fingers gripped tighter, and with a slide she was on the balcony. Maybe... he hadn't seen her? The chances of that were absolutely fucking zero, as the girl wasn't sure how to react. Wait, why would she react? She was invading HIS mansion on - that fat pig. He figured if she could get past the security on a imagined job, she could do the job he wanted her to do. Well triple damn. A quick movement had her swinging off the ski mask, revealing dark skin, bright blue eyes, and dark red hair. ''Fuck that stupid ass pig-man!'' she suddenly burst out, slamming the mask to the ground. Her gaze switched up, and she bit her lip. What could she do from now? Would he believe her if she told him? Would he attack her before she had the chance? Whatever it was, she was ready. And she would submit if she could without harming herself. But her eyes had caught the various injuries and she really didn't want to push him. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't attack first like she heard he would do. Perhaps today, she had a chance. A chance that no one ever had. She was praying for it. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0630 • Notes; well this is certainly interesting. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 1, 2015 16:02:29 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! Face to face with a foolish intruder made the already hot blood of The Cocaine Connoisseur boil to extreme temperatures. He was just beginning to relax—starting to realize he was overrating to the people that wanted to help him the most. But this curvaceous cat burglar caused the shimmering anger to fester into full glory yet again. The inner-beast, shackled in rusted constraints behind a reinforced iron gate threw his body against the closed gate; howling; roaring; with blooded claws slashing inches into the iron wall. On the outside, Juelz simply eyed the burglar with a narrowed gaze as she removed her mask while shouting something that meant absolutely nothing to him. "You must be one stupid bitch if you think you can infiltrate my compound so easily."The words spoken carried nothing but deadly hostility as he began walking towards the blue eyed thief, limping and still in a great deal of physical and mental pain. If she didn't move, he'd stop about five feet in front of the girl with an overbearing judgmental glare as he looked her up and down, taking in all her features—putting extra 'emphasis' on the money makers. "Who sent you? Because they sent you out on a fucking death mission."He took another drag from his vapor-pen while allowing the vaporized smoke to circulate in those powerful lungs of his. Slightly opening his mouth, he'd spew the smoke slowly in the face of the burglar in a sign of subtle disrespect but mainly comfort. Nothing she did would hurt him, he may be in battered state, but he was still one of the most deadliest fighters that graced this fucked up city. His eyes fixated on her curves for the briefest of moments before speaking once again. "Damn shame." |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 1, 2015 17:36:52 GMT -5
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She could feel it. It coiled in her stomach. It breathed down her spine, dancing along the flesh of her arms and body, teasing, tantalizing. It was like staring down a full furnace - blazing hot, but so beautiful at the same time. The girl with the blue eyes watched. Her own anger was like the ocean. Her blue eyes showed simply a fraction of the storm - a placid, pretty calm before the furious storm that would rend life and limb if given half a chance. It was there, within her, but not that strong - not yet. Unrefined, her 'owner' had called her. A raw gemstone, a simple lake compared to what she could unleash. The roaring waves in her ears were not deafening, but certainly they were trembling within her. He finally spoke to her. The only sign she reacted - he called her a bitch - was a narrowing of her eyes, a fraction of stormy sea churning over, but then placid calm again. And then slowly, he came to her. Step by step, she could see the pain, the injuries. The part of her that wanted to thank him for the freedom she'd never have before ached, wanted to reach and help. Part of her warmth. But the other part - the part that 'he' trained - held back. Not yet. This man wouldn't want to appear weak and didn't want her help. Not until he asked. Not that he would ask. And then he was a mere five feet. Staring at her - a piece of meat, she'd been called, with enough fat to please any man - and she bore it. He could. He wasn't using her. Not like the pig. A stormy sea for a moment more. He spoke again and she knew. He wanted to know. She'd tell him. But not yet. Not just yet. Her blue eyes focused on him again, as they had been wandering, taking in his posture his pain. She was sure he noticed it - why would he not? He was her superior and she knew it. The girl just waited another moment, even as he finished speaking. Slowly, she simply reached to her front, and pulled her collar down a bit. There now she wasn't suffocating. The smoke in her face didn't bother her - the girl used blowtorches in shop class. She'd seen, and felt worse. Slowly, she just lifted her hands, and shook her head. ''I'm not here on choice.'' she said, spitting out the word choice hard. Another flicker. ''I'm here because the fat pig wanted me to come in and steal something. Apparently, that was a ruse because he wants to do the job that he oh so kindly raised me for, and kill you.'' she said. Well nobody said she wasn't blunt. Some of her words held barely repressed hatred, as she shook her head hard. She was trying to hold it in, but her gaze looked back up at him - and seeing him hurt like that, something broke. ''That fat ass pig! Not only does he convince my parents to give me away - the hopes I get a better life - but then he sells me off like property, so that I retain my value! He takes away my childhood, my whole life, for what? Hunting you or your brother down just because you're in his way. What the fuck is that worth?'' she said, her tone still quiet - she was aware there were people still around - but holding a large amount of... of something. Hate. Emotion. Anger. Despair. Whatever it was, it was strong. ''And then you beat the shit out of him.'' she continued. At that point, her voice sounded light, even happy. ''You beat the ever living shit out of him. I stole what I could and then I left. I was free. Because of you.'' she said. A smile - the first - stretched her lips. A fond look. ''I was able to be free. I promised then - right in here'' she said, her hand smacking hard into her chest, over her heart. ''That I wouldn't let that fucker get you. He may have taken my life, my family, my childhood, my virginity - he may have bought me, he may own me, but he does not have my loyalty. That's yours.'' she said. ''He found me in the end. Brought me back. Sent me to your school. And now he wants to trick me. I wish you'dve killed him then - but if you had, then you wouldn't be here speaking with me, now would you?'' she said. Her eyes were bright in whatever light caught in them. The rushing sounds of crashing waves lulled to a gentle tide. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0800 • Notes; and then exposition gg. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 1, 2015 18:34:11 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! The inner-beast roared with enough ferocity to shake Juelz to his core. He grimaced mid drag, an arm wrapping around his front in attempt to soothing aching ribs. Showing pain was the biggest sign of weaknesses a man of his stature could show, but conversing with an intruder was an even bigger sign—so fuck it! Like a folklore terror of unfathomable power, Juelz took slow strides slightly to the right and leaned on the railing of the balcony for extra support to assist his wounded and ravaged bod. He continued to eye his prey, those honey drizzled orbs of The Cocaine Connoisseur taking her in fully in attempt to find even the smallest amount of deceit or malice in her words, actions, even posture. Juelz listened intently as she spoke. She wasn't here by choice? Then why was she here? Heh, it was more than obvious. She wanted to hit a rich coot for some quick and easy plunder— fucking idiot. Juelz Santana and his company may keep a low profile, but any criminal with half a mind should know the tell-tell signs of an area occupied by the group. Did this busty thief not notice these signs? Was she really that dimwitted and blinded by her lust for jewels in the like to take heed? Foolish. Simply foolish. He shook his head—he'd flick his devil-tail if he had one. That was strike one, two more and she'd find herself dead where she so happily stood. Now what she said next really did take him by surprise. The amount of disgust, hatred, and thanks... He didn't know how to take it. Was it one big ploy, one big ruse to get him to lower his already lowered and "somewhat" breached defenses? Or was she really this... Distraught? He cocked an eyebrow as she spoke, the vapor-pen sitting and hanging out the left side of his mouth. Wait. Wait. Wait... The way she spoke, he vaguely recalled a similar story that haunted his past years ago. A story about an unlucky girl sold into a world she had place in, raised to complete a task that simply can't be done. This thief was a complete stranger to him—shit,he'd remember someone so fucking pretty. But the way she spoke, he related on a personal level. But when she said "Hunting you or your brother down just because you're in his way." It all hit him like a ton of damn bricks! So this was the girl he unintentionally saved in more ways than one. Interesting. But why was she back? She continued. She almost sounded happy as she spoke, carefree, even thankful—the bitch even smiled. The more she spoke, the more the jigsaw pieces fell into place and showed the image to the puzzle. She wasn't here to steal, nor was she here to seek revenge. She was here to serve allegiance to the man who granted her a second chance at life. Or so he thought, but he'd be the last person to fall for such tricky if a trick is in fact in the works. Pushing himself off the railing, he stood tall, towering over the burglar as he finally spoke. "You're talking about John Hennegan, correct? That is the name I know him by, i'm sure you know how as something else, something more 'personal'."He took a drag before continuing. "Fucker wanted me and my brother dead. I trusted him, looked up to him, he taught me the little shit no one else would. One day I dropped my guard, he got me fucked up off this prototype drug and thought he had me."He looked the girl deep in those blue eyes of hers. "He didn't realize he was fucking with a legend in the making. I didn't kill him out of respect, but I should have. However, I was thinking about you, assuming you're the same girl in the rumors. No one should bow to a swine, so I put myself in the situation that I did in hopes he would take the bait. He did. I needed to expose Hennegan while giving you the chance to escape, start a new lief. Kill two birds with one bullet, y'know?"Again. Another drag. "I know how this life can be, you should have just fled and never returned, you dumb ass girl. Go, get out of here before I change my mind and finish what I should have finished years ago."The original plan was to kill her, end the plan there and then. But, a younger Juelz gave the girl he never meet the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he should have just done it, because now, all those years later, his past is here to bite him in the ass. |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 1, 2015 19:55:18 GMT -5
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What would he think? She couldn't tell. She couldn't tell if he believed her, if he thought she was lying, if he was insulting her. The sea was relentless however. He had leaned away to relax his body, to soothe the pain. She wouldn't begrudge him that, and even if he wouldn't believe it, she would never believe him weak. Because to her, he had a strength she could never achieve - even if her 'owner' was to die. She was bound to her training, to the fact that even if she was 'free' she'd owe that debt to her liberator. He was born free, he had the choices she could never make. And that, that was the strenght she sought. The strength to change the world by existing. All she could do, was be the shadow to some such light. He spoke. He answer. Her head rose, and she nodded - when she escaped, she had made sure to know more about her captor so that she could stay one step ahead. Survival. She knew how to do that - that's the one useful thing the pig taught her. She knew secrets about the man - but she had kept them. Kept them because nobody else was worthy of her fractured trust. Her gaze was unwaveringly on him, never moving. She was on every word - because she couldn't lie. She would never lie. Her eyes were too honest for that. If there was anything she was holding onto, it was that. The honesty. The truth. That capability of not lying. It was blood sweat and tears to keep, but she did. In some part of her, the part that worked when she was out of his immediate surroundings. It was all that she could salvage. ''No.''The word surprised her. The girl jumped a little, startled at her own voice. For a moment, she seemed to be gathering the ideas, and then, it happened. Her eyes became the storm. ''No. I escaped - I tried. He found me. Dragged me. Escaping him is something I will never do until I die - even if he were to die. I may be denied my freedom, but I will be damned if I will be denied my loyalty!'' she said, her voice suddenly hiking. ''You saved me. That I will never deny. I did not choose to go back to him - I was dragged there, and forced to do his will. But today - I finally have a chance. To repay you for that sliver of freedom I got to taste.'' she said. And then, something - a darkness. The shadows of the depths. The shadows of the life she's led. She still can't admit it. She wants revenge. Her gaze unfocused for a moment and came back. ''Don't tell me to go.'' she said. It was quiet. Like the murmur of wind. ''Let me stay here.''Was it weakness? To admit something, to be selfish for once? Was it a weakness, to want something - to want it so desperately that you'd tear the world apart? She had once wanted freedom like that. The only reason she even stood near the pig was because that way, she knew he'd not do something else to harm. He'd concentrate on her, to get her to do it. His pet project. To her it wasn't protecting him, but rather serving him. Keeping his enemies busy. Her mind buzzed with too many thoughts and feelings, and all she could muster were those words, with eyes showing the storm at sea, her feelings clearly marked in them, no matter how messy it was. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0610 • Notes; and I don't even know where we're going anymore. [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 1, 2015 20:37:56 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm telling you to escape or I will kill you. Don't mistake my pity for weakness.""Don't mistake my pity for weakness." He pitted her, to live the life she lived, to bend to the whim of a despicable man all the time. Juelz did in fact pity her, and there will probably be no other soul on this planet he'd offer scotch free escape. Just the notion went against everything he built, everything he worked so hard for. But her he was going against his mafioso creed to allow this wayward soul the freedom he wanted to her all those years ago—he didn't only want her to live her life for himself, but for him too. "But now you're honestly going to sit here and ask me to take you in? Your allegiance does not fall on deaf ears. But I don't trust you, anyone under the influence of Hennegan can go choke on a dick and die for all I care. I told myself those years ago if I ever found out who you were, I'd kill you, no questions ask. Yet here you are, after all this time... You found me, and you're making it real hard... Really fucking hard."But if what she was saying held any amounts of truth. Hennegan would find her again no matter where she went. He has influences that rival even Juelz', though Hennegan's influences can't compare in terms of power, he has more "resourceful" means; the kind of means Santana would kill for in the grander scheme of things. So he was faced with an impossible decision. Take her in, mold her into an associate of the Santana Group none would ever want to trifle with. Or, kill her where she stood. If she doesn't return to Hennegan, in theory, that would be the end of all this, correct? Juelz had to much power from Hennegan to attempt another kill attempt without using army-esque forces to get it done—something he just didn't have without having to owe USA sized debt to every other Big Name in the NYC Underworld. What to do what to do..."I'm not about to be your protection in case Hennegan comes looking for you. He is no longer my problem, he is yours and only yours. If you want your freedom you have to obtain it yourself, girl. I'm no ones Superman, got it? Besides, you're a failed cat burglar who got caught by the exact same target you were ordered to off. I know thieves who could infiltrate the fucking White House without getting caught. So what do you have to offer me in terms of skill, huh?"He looked her up and down with a sly grin, that teenage gleam in his eye more than apparent. "Other than the obvious. Because, to be real with you. I can get a good fuck anywhere." |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 1, 2015 21:11:23 GMT -5
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''It doesn't matter!'' she almost shouted. It was just by virtue of her own self-awareness that she kept her voice down. ''Don't you see? It doesn't matter. Kill me - fine then. At least I die by your hand. I'm not looking for a hero - heroes are for fucking whimps that can't get themselves together. There's a difference between wishing to choose even a factor of my life, to just laying down and taking it! This is all I can do - all I can do is try my best to keep him away from you, because who knows what fucking plan that guy has!'' she started, but then she stopped herself. Her hand flew up, digging her palm into her eye. Time waits for no one, time waits for no one. That's all she could repeat in her mind, a mantra to keep herself from losing her temper. The precious temper. ''I don't need trust. I don't need life. Your pity isn't a weakness - it was the only gift I ever had. But I'd rather be dead, then live my life under his thumb. Do you understand that?'' she said. Caged. Held back. Something in her was struggling, scratching at long forgotten locks. She couldn't win head to head - not even with him injured. She wouldn't do that. She just hoped that people left them alone. What to do? What to say? Everything was muddled. That's when her voice tore into a vicious snarl - and that's when a spark just flew. ''Do you think I was trained as a cat burglar? Considering I don't know shit about stealing, it's pretty funny I made it this fucking far. You know what he wanted me to do? He wanted me to use my sob story. To get close to you. You know what I did? I ran. For half a year. I ran, using what he gave me, making sure to undermine his power. Wanna know how?'' she said. Her smile turned dangerous - anyone with any experience with danger would understand. That was the smile of someone that had nothing to lose. ''I undermined his power by taking it over. Because in the end, his people would rather follow the girl he'd made his heir by piling the task he could not do onto her, his backup, then the man that raised them from the ground. How funny is that? I undermined him because I could understand them.'' she threw her head back and laughed. ''And I'm sitting here, having failed my sneaking on purpose, just because I wanted to give you an in to taking him down. Because I owe those few moments of happiness to you, because I'm such a loyal fucking dog.'' here, her face twisted into something. Self-loathing. Disgust, Apathy. Something. ''Fuckin', I don't even know what I'm sayin' anymore. I don't even know what to do anymore. I've been trapped in too long. I won't stop you if you'll kill me - nothin' matters at this point. I'm fuckin' done - all I had was that loyalty, and now I find that I shoulda been dead. Heck, I shoulda been dead at five, before he took me.'' she said. Where was she? What was even left? She was confused muddled, and it was going to spill. It was going to spill and she didn't want to be around anyone if it did happen - and perhaps, for the first time during their whole meeting, she was slowly backing away. Something was trying to push, an echo of something long, long ago. Something that perhaps she had forgotten within the years of suppression and submission, of waiting and biding her time until it was just right. Until it was fine. Because she wasn't dumb. She knew better. So why did she let herself believe that in the end, her loyalty would be the one thing in her life worth it? Was he going to turn even that to shit? Maybe she should just step off the balcony in a final mocking show. Her eyes drifted to the edge, contemplating on the how. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0690 • Notes; and time for the jump off a balcony thoughts yay [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 1, 2015 22:19:41 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! Oh. So there was some embers under the mound of dirt. The red-heads spunk and remarks put a more "accepting" grin on the face of Juelz. As a Mobster, he valued loyalty and the drive to keep pushing onward. Prove your loyal to him and his cause, you'll always have a place in his empire. But prove you have the drive to keep pushing—the drive to keep swimming through all the bullshit life throws at you, he'll have a place for in his mummified and sludge bleeding heart. She seemed to have it in a small enough dose for him to take a keen notice. Maybe she wasn't some broken slave with nothing to lose. Maybe she really was a girl looking for a second chance, with a small dosage of revenge on the side. But why him—why Santana? Sure he saved her, and sure he was thankful. But why did she dub him the one who should end Hennegan once and for all? He honestly didn't understand, but time answered all questions, or whoever the phrase goes. When she mentioned how his pity was the only act of kindness she ever retrieved, he felt something "foreign" within him churn in an uncomfortable way. She was drop dead gorgeous—even to Juelz' elitist and shallow standards, but pity of the lowest kind is the only kindness she has ever obtained? She obviously had very strong willpower as she was still able to continue to plot taking down her owner. Who didn't like a strong and gorgeous girl, who wouldn't offer her the freedom she could easily obtain with the right help— some fucked up people in this world, I swear... He averted his gaze from the female for a second while taking a drag from the vapor-pen. Breathing it out he murmured words she'd probably miss. "Damn shame..."When he'd meet her eyes again. He saw something he didn't expect to see in one such as her. That snarl spoke wonders and he honestly had zero idea on what she'd say next. Her words made his that muscle in his chest thump uncontrollably. She didn't only have drive, but a passion that burned hotter than the fucking sun. She explained the process—Hennegan was a bigger pussy than he thought, but the logic behind her words were sound. Why follow the man that does nothing but fiddle his thumbs, when you can follow his heir who will outshine him in due time? Classic case of "If you can't beat em', join em'." That meant she was a leader, she had the power to influence those around her. She had the power to change the world from the inside out. With a little molding, she could become a powerful figurehead unlike NYC has ever seen before. When she threw her head back to laugh, he stood taller and took a subtle step forward. She continued with the self-loathing, his stomached churned in disgust by it. If there was one thing he hated more than a cowardly man, it was a pity-party. She had a hard life— boo fucking hoo!. His life wasn't perfect and far from ideal, but he never let it get to him to such a degree. So, when she finished, he just shook his head and finally spoke. "You... You just ..."He honestly had no clue on what to say for the briefest of moments. He was equally impressed as he was disgusted to his very core. "You gotta' do fucking better, alright? You could have said all that shit without the pity-party and your point would have been just as powerful. But, you have me at a standstill. I like what i'm seeing; what I'm feeling. But I hate self-loathing with a passion. I've had my fair share in the past and I rather not be associated with it again, got it?"He paused and gestured for her to come closer with a finger wag. If she did so, he'd place a hand on top of her head and continue speaking; he'd talk regardless, tho. "You deserve more than what life has given you thus far. But you gotta' take that shit by force. If you ask god for a bike, you probably aren't going to get it because god doesn't work that one. But if you go out and steal one and later that night pray for forgiveness. You're more inclined to be forgiving."Juelz sighed, realizing he was probably spouting to much Mafioso proverbs and sense for the girl. "I'm not going to kill you, nor am I going to push you away. Something about you is calling to me, and I want to know what it is. Besides, I've been having dreams about a meeting such as this for months now. Who would have guessed it involved someone from my past." |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 2, 2015 18:00:46 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
To the beat of the wings of a butterfly, the world changes. Something was pushing. Pulling. The ebb and flow of what made Moana tick. Whatever it was, this guy was pulling. Was bringing out things she thought she lost - whatever it was. She didn't know - her emotions were cycling, jumping, shifting. From anger to self-loathing to an intense thirst for vengeance, to simply exhaustion. Whatever was going on, it was jumping faster then eggs in a pan, and that was sayin' something. ''Look I'm not tryin'! I don't want to pity part - I'm tryin' to... I don't even know! All I know it's like someone scrambled my damn emotions and... and... fuck it!'' she started. But she couldn't finish. She hadn't come closer, wanting to keep his poor injured body away from her random flailing and outbursts. Like right now. Her eyes looked at him. He said if she wanted it, take it. That she could understand. So she'd take it. The storm became a tidal wave, strong and pushing, as she moved forward. A hiss, and then her hands reached, pulling him to her if he let her. ''Everything I dare to take is broken, stolen or shattered. Everything I dared to hope was pushed, shoved and broken. But this is the one thing I never gave up - I never gave up the dreams that told me my loyalty laid in someone worthy. Plenty are more beautiful, more talented, more anything - I'll just scrape with what I have.'' she said, her voice low. At this point, they were probably very close - again if he let her. Enough that her breath skitted his cheek. Should she? Her heart was thundering. She wanted to. She almost. With a soft shift, her lips brushed - but no pressure, before she suddenly backed away far. ''That's a promise.'' she said, flashing a grin. Warmth. Like a breath of summer wind, it was warm and it was bright. Something so strong and unique, and she felt it. For a moment, she had considered just telling the world to fuck off and jump off the balcony, letting herself die. She had no worth, nothing to live for. But this - him, this, whatever it was - was something. What should she do now? She really had no idea, her moods were like a rapidly shifting storm. She didn't even know what to say anymore. All she could do, was... was what? What was it she could do? This was insanity. Her hands covered her face and then dropped to her sides. She was about to bolt. There was no other choice right? Right? But then, another spark. She let herself be engulfed in the depths. ''I'm not in my right mind, but... I'mma promise you.'' she said. Tilting her head, it was like it took a few moments for her to gather her thoughts. ''Yeah. I'mma promise you. It'll end. I'm done. I won't do it no more.'' she said. Pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she looked at him. ''Show me the baby steps. Then I'll catch up. And I won't stop runnin' till I'm caught up.'' she said. Yeah. That's what she could do. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0540 • Notes; well this would be short if we wrapped it up here, so what now? [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 3, 2015 14:56:41 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! He could tell she was trying to reclaim her rampant emotions. Just by the way she was talking, the inner-turmoil erupted outward in a hailstorm of raw feelings, confusion, and a bundle of scary thoughts. Last thing Juelz wanted to do at this point was push the female past her breaking point—or maybe he did? This lifestyle turned good men into sinners, and sinners into kings among mortals. But the path leading to such fame and fortune was a blood stained one littered with dismembered body parts and haunting nightmares. If she had any hopes of surviving this man made hell, she needed to be both strong and mentally. Testing her mettle right now should prove fruitful if he did so. She was already in a "vulnerable" state, he probably wouldn't get another chance like this for awhile. But before he could make a decision he felt her hand cup into his followed by a gentle tug forward. He complied. The females words hit him like sweet poetry—feeling the weight and struggle of the phrases used time and time again. Her words grazed his cheeks, he blinked to dismiss lingering thoughts that had no reason loitering at a time such as this—you know the ones, don't act like you don't. But then she leaned in for a graze, two sets of lips sliding against one another with virtually no pressure at all. Juelz recognized the gesture, still, it was a little odd, to say the least. He had zero expression through it all, especially at the rather warm grin she bestowed on him. It was nice to see such a beauty smile, but he himself saw nothing to smile about, so he wouldn't—dude still took notice of her nice smile, though. "Good."He spoke in response to her little pledge. That's all he asked out of the individuals who choice to work under him and for him. Just try, prove you aren't another mindless sheep to the slaughter—tell the shepherd to fuck off and trot in the opposite direction. Hard work bears the sweetest and juiciest fruit ever grown, and, if they all work hard. They'll have enough fruit to last many lifetimes. "Keep that exact mindset right there and you'll have nothing to worry about. Prove to me you're worth keeping around and you'll discover an inner-strength you never knew you had."Taking a half stumble half limping step backwards, he turned to face the balcony door and slowly trudged towards it due to the pulsating pain flowing through him. "Come, lets get you settled. By the way, I'm going to need your name. We may have some kind of past connection, but I never knew about you or your name."As he reached for the sliding handle, there stood Valdis—flustered with that "what do I even do!?" expression when Juelz shows that little piece of humanity still swimming inside that sea of darkness. He looked at the German, no words were exchanged as the two almost communicated telepathically. She'd nod then leave the room to prepare Moana's sleeping quarters. As she trudged off, Juelz planted his gaze on that backside for reasons. With a slight smirk, he continued into the room, his work office, and made his way over to the bar to pour himself a glass of bitter ass lemonade. "You thirsty? Because I know I am."He cackled, obviously a hidden meaning behind the question. |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 5, 2015 12:58:16 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
She didn't know how to take it. It was the nature of her personality. Wide, open, boundless. His words rolled, melted into the waves of herself. Today she had found something to hold onto, and she would hold onto it for dear life. Her eyes did look over as he stumbled - for a moment, she was so caught into her emotional storm she had forgotten he was injured. The red head knew that if she moved to aid him, he wouldn't take it. He had his pride after all. And that price wouldn't let him take aid and to appear weak - although he already did actions to show such maybe. But Moana would never think of him as weak - just human. Because they all were. ''Moana Simisola. Call me Storm if you want.'' she said. Her eyes were bright blue when she looked over at the blonde. The blonde was pretty but there was something about her - Moana felt a shiver run down her spine. Was that being strong? She didn't know, as the girl seemed to vanish as soon as she appeared. Her steps easily fell into league with his, and she was close enough to help if something goes wrong, but far enough that he still had his pride. She knew how to work around pride, after all, her so called 'master' was such a man. She learned to navigate the moods, although it seemed that thus far, his were less violent the the others. Oh she didn't doubt his strength - he just didn't abuse his people. The red head girl tilted her head at this words, not catching the inneudo - flew far past her head. ''A little.'' she admited. She didn't want to seem weak either, so the girl just tried her best to not feel insecure with how her zipper had gone a bit further down. So she ignored it, and she ignored the weird feelings stirring in her. The blush was fought down, and she just waited - she honestly had no idea how to move forward, and for now, she would let him guide her. For now. He probably knew it too, as her eyes were now something they hadn't been - alive, bright and gleaming. She was waking up, moment by moment. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0385 • Notes; arg short, but as we pick back up, it'll get better I Swear ;w; [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Aug 8, 2015 2:46:44 GMT -5
-- the world is yours ! With the glass of practically squeezed lemon-juice in grip, Juelz tipped the brim of the glass cup to his lips and titled his head back a little. The very sour and equally bitter juice slid down his gullet—gulp by gulp he finished the cup like a viking and in one mighty go. Afterwards, he slammed the glass on the table and used the back of his hand to knock away any straggling liquid. "Well then, Miss Storm. What do you care for? Liquor, juices, soda, or water?"Juelz spoke in a very relaxed tone as he turned around to face Moana. To her, he probably looked like a mess despite the "presence" he gave off. Earlier blood stains riddled the cream colored gauze and bandages. But now, blood began seeping through entirely, on the verge of trickling from the openings of the wrappings covering his body. But he ignored it, and hopefully she would too. He gestured over to the not-so-miniature-bar as he struggled over towards it with slow and obviously painful limps. Once behind the bar, golden eyes fixated on one of the many monitors placed upon the furthest wall from his oak desk. The monitors displayed hidden surveillance camera feeds scattered throughout the entire mansion. From this room, Juelz Santana had the proverbial "sight beyond sight". Moana would see many people doing what "normal" people tend to do in the comfort of their homes. Men played video-games in one room, billiards in the other, laundry in the next, and some illegal activity in the lower levels of the mansion. Regardless on what she saw, Juelz watched one screen in particular. A black Rolls Royce pulled up into the expansion driveway and four of his associates departed from the vehicle. Following them would be a body tied up, bloodied, vision shrouded by a black cloth, and practically gagging from more cloth placed in their mouth. One man forced the body to walk-up the driveway while the other three stood behind on their phones—one even looked at the hidden camera and mouthed a few words as if he knew Juelz was indeed watching. "Looks like I have work to do."He directed those words to Moana as he limped from behind the bar and towards the door leading out of the office. "You can wait here until your room is ready. Or you can follow me and see exactly what it is I'm about." |
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Post by Moana Simisola on Aug 12, 2015 19:16:36 GMT -5
your time is now
your number has been called
She wasn't sure how to feel. He seemed to have relaxed around her in some measure - oh she knew he was injured. And when you were injured, you weren't.. sensible in some things. Maybe he'd heal and then not want her around anymore - that was fine. The girl shifted her weight, and carefully watched him select and pour himself a glass. Tilting her head, the girl softly hid tucked her head out of the hood, and let her red bangs fall right in her face to cover the blush. ''Can I have some coconut water?'' she asked very softly. She wasn't even sure if he had any - heck most people detested the stuff. But she, she loved the taste of it. Probably because she was reminded of the ocean when she drank. Drink available or not, when he would point it out, she came. She was definitely worried about his injuries - but she hid it as best as she could. After all, pride was one thing that men would kill for, despite their beliefs. She bit her lip when his back was to her, holding herself back from commenting. She followed him easily, her eyes settling on the cameras. She saw a lot of things - and one thing made her blush really badly too. But what caught her attention, was movement - a flash of black near the entrance. Sometimes she wanted to thank the fat pig for his training, and other times it was a curse - this time was one of the thankful ones, as she caught the little play. His words didn't startle her, and she had already moved out of his way so that he could leave - and her steps were already behind him before he even offered a choice. ''I'm not going to sit on my ass.'' she simply replied, her tone neutral. No way was she going to just sit back and pretend certain things didn't happen. She'll go forward, and confront everything with her eyes wide open and awake. The girl just threw a smirk - and it didn't matter if he caught it or not. She was now free to choose - and that was exhilarating, it was wonderful and it was frightening. Thinking and choosing for herself was something she already did on a minor level - but the whole feel of everything could chance on her choices now. And that was new. Well, not brand new - those months of flight had taught her a lot - but feeling that way again... she never expected it. Even if he didn't understand her loyalty or why it came about, it wouldn't matter. She had always done something with him in mind, and even now, that was a hard habit to break. But she had the choice - that was more important then having none. She could be heard, she could be heeded, and her steps were right behind him, settling into a guard like position - unknowingly, much like the blonde she had seen. She was used to shadowing, and she would help him from behind the scenes if needed - after all, she was sure that she was capable of it. Despite what others may say about her skills. [/b] ✞ ascension ✞• Words; 0545 • Notes; a bit filler-esque, but the plot is rolling in your capable hands <3 [/div][/ul][/div][/div][/div][/div]
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Nov 26, 2015 7:14:03 GMT -5
Coconut Water? Yeah, he had a bottle of that somewhere. From behind the bar he examined the expensive bottles of alcohol with a extended index finger to mentally mark where he was among the lineup. Shaking his head, he retracted his finger once he realized such a drink wouldn't sit among his liquor—like a child attempting to squeeze himself apart of a table full of adults. Directly to his right resided a miniature refrigerator, a hand gripping the cold stainless steel of the handle. A tug parted the door from the frame and a gust of chilling air rushed outward, kissing his exposed and bloodied skin in the process. On the top shelf sat the bottle he sought, so he snatched it with a swipe and proceeded to poor the female a glass of the drink she asked for. He watched as the liquid streamed from the bottle like a waterfall, he truthful wondered how that shit tasted...? Dismissing the lingering thought, he presented the shorter female with the condensating glass of cold coconut water.
"I honestly didn't expect you to take my offer. Regardless, you should stay here. You've proven enough to me as is, Miss Storm."
His voice was stern, yet calm. As of the moment they have meant. Juelz had a very small opinion of the girl, despite her little burglary stunt. She stumbled upon the lion tending to it's wounds after a vicious fight for his right to rule and lead. So he was on edge—snapping at any given moment at any given thing. But Moana managed to venture into the din of the lion and venture out, her soul and body still one. He may have not had a real opinion of the girl, but her willingness to throw herself into his affairs mere minutes after her recruitment spoke volumes. He wanted to experiment with her willingness to preform, but right now was not the time to put such tests into effect.
"Don't leave this office until you're called for. Are we understood?"
Juelz waited for no response, he spun on his heels and headed towards the slightly cracked oaken door. Each step he took felt as if he was walking on pin needles as he felt nothing but a stinging sensation in his feet. Then came the buckling knees followed by a sharp pain in his upper torso, followed by a sudden dizziness. The massive amount of blood lost finally caught up to the young Kingpin. Due to such loss he stumbled forward, unconsciousness for a split second before catching himself thanks to the aid providing by the wall. His vision became blurry and body unresponsive—he was in immense pain and couldn't move from his position... But he tried to press onward. He shimmied across the wall in a pathetic display before giving up momentarily and dropping on his ass with a sigh of utter disappointment.
"God fucking dammit."
He stared blankly at the wall as if he forgot Moana was standing no more than a few feet away from him. Welp, so much for handling business.
- t a g s 」 - Moana Simisola - n o t e s 」 - gotta' find my groove for this thread again, bby.
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