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Festive
Melissa
AlteredTundra
LovelyComplex
Horangi
PrinceAlexus
Returner
Location: The Roof of Mayweather Old West (Time, After 1 AM)
Interacting: Elijah @BeastofDestiny and Each Other @lovely complex@Viciousmarrow
With her olive skin turned pale and her hair disheveled, Gianna hurriedly walked down the second floor of Mayweather Old West with one destination in mind. Reaching room 2B, the room of Elijah and Mitch, the Delphina Villainess had a deprived inferno burning in her eyes . No longer letting her thoughts control her actions, she lifted her right hand’s knuckles and rushingly knocked on the door. She didn’t stop. She’d keep going until he opened the door.
”Merciful gods, what now?!” His head was pounding, his body still ached, and though he felt a little better after his shower, the sudden banging on his door was piercing. He stormed over to the door, wearing nothing but a pair of cotton pants, his hair still wet and clinging to his head. He hurriedly opened the door to cease the incessant knocking, ”What do you-?!” he stopped, finally realizing who was in front of him, aura completely distressed, ”G...Gianna? What are you?”
“Don’t ask questions.” Pushing him in with her pointer finger, having emotions residing in her that only Vince has witnessed, Gianna dropped all her things with little to no care at all. Scanning the room to make sure he was alone (or that Mitch was asleep, really she didn’t care), she gave her friend a desperate simper, “I’ll take the lead.” And with that, she pushed the dorm door back, aiming to close it, and then feverishly grabbed Elijah’s face, planting her succulent lips on his.
Fear, concern, confusion, a whole slurry of emotions Elijah had kept down to a constant neutral for years, suddenly bursting with Gianna’s presence and actions. Despite the fact that he should really be questioning the nature of this situation, his still current drunken state, and what had happened at the club outruled logic. He let himself be taken to his own bed, lost in the control of this woman, his body’s temperature steadily rising.
”Merciful gods, what now?!” His head was pounding, his body still ached, and though he felt a little better after his shower, the sudden banging on his door was piercing. He stormed over to the door, wearing nothing but a pair of cotton pants, his hair still wet and clinging to his head. He hurriedly opened the door to cease the incessant knocking, ”What do you-?!” he stopped, finally realizing who was in front of him, aura completely distressed, ”G...Gianna? What are you?”
“Don’t ask questions.” Pushing him in with her pointer finger, having emotions residing in her that only Vince has witnessed, Gianna dropped all her things with little to no care at all. Scanning the room to make sure he was alone (or that Mitch was asleep, really she didn’t care), she gave her friend a desperate simper, “I’ll take the lead.” And with that, she pushed the dorm door back, aiming to close it, and then feverishly grabbed Elijah’s face, planting her succulent lips on his.
Fear, concern, confusion, a whole slurry of emotions Elijah had kept down to a constant neutral for years, suddenly bursting with Gianna’s presence and actions. Despite the fact that he should really be questioning the nature of this situation, his still current drunken state, and what had happened at the club outruled logic. He let himself be taken to his own bed, lost in the control of this woman, his body’s temperature steadily rising.
Pacing back and forth on the half wall of Mayweather Old West’s roof, Gianna surveyed the ground, her long, delicate legs gliding on the wide surface. Sighing to herself and with a detached expression on, Psyche allowed herself to get lost in vast realms of her mind. The night was her warmth, and yet, her heart ached. There weren’t many people out and those who were, were in a similar situation to her’s: inebriated and full of regrets. After running her hand through her hair, she leaned her head back to gaze up at the midnight blue sky. If only they weren’t in New York, maybe she would be able to see more stars out. The temperature of her body contrasted with the brisk breeze. Was she getting sick or was she just sick of all the bullshit she had to deal with? No one understood… no one ever would. That’s why she wanted, no needed, to make them understand what she was trying to do.
Answers. She was going to find answers and love was no longer in the equation. Love is why people were weak, from a overprotective sister, who just wants what’s best for her sibling, to the outright mad ones. Everyone had something or someone they loved and if they didn’t, well, they were lying.
Such a fragile existence, she was. Her light hair flew with the wind like a sinking captain’s white flag. Against the dim light below, her hazel eyes glistened, remnants of a harrowing sadness so clearly there. How quickly that feeling of gloom would be replaced with the stabbing blade known as fear. Oh, he was so giddy, he could just taste Gianna’s despair! His near silent footsteps encroached on the target in front him, her form so very near the edge of death below. A deft phantom, Tristram crept upon his target, hands outstretched and…
Pushed.
The world below was in clear view for the poor girl, but her savior was the same man that sought to end her. Charade had her long, luscious hair excruciatingly wrapped around his hand like the reigns of a horse. At the literal edge of her life and in sincere agony, Gianna stood on the tips of her toe. If Tris let go, it would be all over. A chuckle escaped the blonde man’s lips, truly enjoying the sight of the struggling girl. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Gianna Daniels. Why must you muck in my mud? Do you think you’re some kind of all powerful figure now that you’ve put your big girl pants on?”
In normal cases, Gianna would have yelped or said anything to inform someone that her life was hanging by a thread, but this was not normal. Nothing about any of this was normal. With an unwelcoming view, she stood there, with a stranger’s life support (pulling painfully on her hair), who happened to be the cause her unfortunate position. The villainess stared below her, at the cement of the sidewalk and the peacefulness of the school grounds. A shiver ran up her spine and not because she was cold. Alarmed and confused, she growled, “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, such an entitled girl, you are. Who are you to be asking questions in this position?” he exclaimed to her, a grin spreading across his face. “But, if you must know, I go by many names. Since I am in total control of your existence right now, you may call me ‘Papa’.”
“You’re disgusting.” Gianna spat. His voice did not sound familiar. The one night she brought her guard down was the one night a new player in the game decided to make his big reveal. GREAT. “If you’re going to kill me, kill me. I’m not here to play cat and mouse.” Even though she was indeed drunk and she could fall to her death this instant, she would not show she was weak to someone she knew nothing about nor his attentions. She would rather die.
The sass that bled off his victim was quite amusing, defiant even at the end. “Settle down, little girl. Papa might have to spank you. Glee filled Tristram’s voice as he uttered his bizarre threat, but he seemed quite serious. To emphasize his point, his other hand trailed a finger down her back. ”I had indeed considered killing you, but I am in such a good mood tonight that I thought it better to spare you. I have more eloquent plans for an… ‘endearing’ figure such as you.” the madman slowly unraveled his schemes. The dangling Gianna would be a fitting puppet, just like Mr. Mitch Danford.
He was… disturbing… to say the least. “Cut the shit. None of this ‘sweet’ talk. I don’t need a stupid ass monologue from someone I don’t even know. Tell me what you have to say. Or drop me.” Did Gianna like this? Hell to the fucking no. Her head was starting to pound from his pull. And she didn’t need some nobody dragging things along.
She really was killing the mood, wasn’t she? Not a single likeable thing about her, oh no no. It brought to question how anyone actually liked her. Gianna Daniels: not fun, not funny, not anything. Frustration rippled through Tristram, and he very nearly did decide to kill off Delphina’s wannabe queen. “You really are an annoying girl. Almost as bad as Sylvia Vargas.” he muttered before his voice changed to a serious timbre. “You may not have known it before now, but there are far more powerful figures in the school. There are shadow games in the background that vye for more than whatever petty drama you have instigated with Ms. Youngblood. Your intentions, whatever they are, don’t matter though. In essence, you are nothing.” The larger picture was being peeled away and a revelation for the young woman was in store.
“Tonight, you have met perhaps the most formidable of the grand players. In reality, I could scarcely call you a threat. I simply hate you.” The grip on Gia’s hair grew tighter, to the point it felt like he was about to rip all those delicate, light strands out. “You’re going to be my new plaything. You will do what I tell you like a good daughter. As far as you are concerned, I am your master and commander. Your daddy, so to speak.”
“You say I’m nothing and yet here we are. My life in your hands, all so that you can use me. If I wasn’t so much a threat, you wouldn’t want my help. Now would you?” At this point, Gianna could careless about what he wanted of her. He was going to do what he wanted to do and in his messed up head, she had no say in the matter.
“Oh, but you are nothing, my dear. Me sparing you is simply an attribute of my good mood tonight. I don’t need your help. I hardly even want it. It’s just more beneficial this way. With you still alive, I don’t have to worry about those pesky friends of yours poking their noses where they don’t belong. Of course, even if they did, I would just kill them just the same.” he snickered loudly, shaking his head at the notion that Gianna thought she was important. Such naivety. “That brings me to my other point. Should you disobey me, you will find your ranks dwindling. I will slaughter anyone and everything that you care about, and I will reduce you to ashes. That’s right, Gianna, you haven’t just put yourself in death’s way. You’ve also put your friends, or pawns, or minions, whatever you want to call them, at risk. I can be anywhere at anytime, so don’t even think for one second that I’m bluffing. You can’t hide from the son of a living god.”
“Seriously. Can you tell me who the fuck you are? Because your threats are hot air. Sure, you can kill me, really I don’t fucking care, but you can be a complete joke for all I know. You’re not good at playing a villain, are you?”
If only he had a knife so he could cut this insolent prat’s tongue out. His levels of aggravation escalated and his patience had grown thin. If she wanted to see how serious he was, then so be it. Without another word, he let Gianna fall. Perhaps a clearer view of the ground below would make her come to her senses.
Ah. So this was the end. Through all of Gianna’s hardships and violent encounters, not once has she allowed herself to scream. She could never be the boy, or in this case, girl that cried wolf. Tonight she found her wolf who made her crippling fear surface. The weak child she hid from the world poked her head to check what was under her bed and there she found her boogey man. Deep down, she knew without her wits, she would have died a long time ago. She saw Vincent in her mind, which caused her eyes to well up… it wasn’t her time to go. Not yet. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t ready. She still needed to find out who killed him. Bringing her hands to her face, she covered her eyes so she didn’t have to see the cement drawing near. All the people she failed by playing this stupid and dangerous game. Lucas, Brenna… Elijah. What would happen now that she was gone?
Yuck. Vermin were the worst, and among them, Gianna was queen. A residue of whatever brand of pauper’s shampoo she used coalesced on his hand, reminding him of how fortunate he was to be amongst the wealthy elite. Wiping his filthy hand on his coat while his other threw his hat on the ground next to him, Tristram’s blue eyes leered down at the falling, soon-to-be-deceased body. Honestly, the girl looked better that way. And nobody was going to miss her. Alas, she had a single purpose to serve, namely with a certain Lucas Farweight. With a wave of his right hand, the hat disappeared, and once again, a trembling Gianna was at his side. He couldn’t help but laugh at her suffering. Stomping down on her abdomen, Charade leaned in close to the girl’s face, smirking all the way down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Gia. Are you ready to take me seriously, or do I have to toss you overboard again?”
Narrowing her watery eyes, Gia cringed and glared at the revealed man, “Tristram Cringe. Formally Blink Dog, but now goes by Charade. The bane of Mrs. Lovelace’s existence. So this is your true colors. Nice to finally meet you.” Her words came out shakily but with a hint of disdain, disgust, and detachment. “What. Do. You. Want.”
“Uh oh, you forgot something. Remember, it’s Papa Cringe to you.” he quickly corrected her with a snide glare. It was so nice to see the girl broken down like this. If only he had the time to break her spirit further. “For now, my request for you is simple: abandon Lucas Farweight. Cut him down to size for me. Not unless you’d rather me cut his throat while he sleeps. Really, it’s your choice. Like I said, I don’t need you for this. It’s just a matter of convenience.” Tristram made his intentions for her known. The master would abandon her puppy, and from there, the dominoes would fall. He wasn’t sure if this would accomplish exactly what he wanted, but he did know that it would make Lucas’ life a little more miserable. “There’s no real reason for this task. Think of it as a show of faith. If you do this, then maybe you’ll come into my good graces. Fail, and you’ll face the repercussions.” This was, of course, a lie. He hated Lucas more than Gianna for assailing his precious Eliana, but it wasn’t necessary to alert the girl to this.
Delphina’s fallen lady attempted to open her mouth, but Tristram quickly clamped her mouth closed. He was so tired of her chatter. “You have until the end of the Fear Fest to do this.” Just as he was about to vanish, the curious sound of footsteps not so far away drew Charade’s attention. His gaze flew about, inspecting every corner of the rooftop. Surely they were alone, weren’t they? Strangely, there was nothing there. Interesting, very interesting. Maybe the effects of the Witch’s Brew were still swimming in his veins. Nonetheless it was time to leave. Without another sound, Tristram Cringe vanished into thin air, though to where was anybody’s guess.
A rush of emotions immersed Gianna. Pathetically, she stood up with an incomprehensible urge to forget what had just happened, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to. With faint and weak steps, she trudged to the roof’s door and quietly opened it, only to be rewarded by another creepy ass person. Jumping back, she snarled (this night was god awful), “What the fuck, Val?!”
The generally stoic Valentine cocked his head at her reaction, but did nothing to comment on it. “It seems the predator has become the prey. I saw everything that happened.” he explained to her, but there was not a hint of emotion in his voice. ”Gianna, don’t do anything stupid. I will take care of Mr. Cringe. I’ll just need time…” As he said this, there was concern laced in the warlock’s tone. What were Tristram’s intentions, and why was he targeting Gianna? He could only wonder. Well, whatever it was, he’d get to the bottom of it. Delphina was family, after all, and it was his duty to protect each and every member.
Yeah, right. “Whatever.” Fed up and tired of people concerning themselves with her, Gia maneuvered herself around the annoyance, who was getting involved in something he shouldn’t, and rushed down the stairs.
Answers. She was going to find answers and love was no longer in the equation. Love is why people were weak, from a overprotective sister, who just wants what’s best for her sibling, to the outright mad ones. Everyone had something or someone they loved and if they didn’t, well, they were lying.
Such a fragile existence, she was. Her light hair flew with the wind like a sinking captain’s white flag. Against the dim light below, her hazel eyes glistened, remnants of a harrowing sadness so clearly there. How quickly that feeling of gloom would be replaced with the stabbing blade known as fear. Oh, he was so giddy, he could just taste Gianna’s despair! His near silent footsteps encroached on the target in front him, her form so very near the edge of death below. A deft phantom, Tristram crept upon his target, hands outstretched and…
Pushed.
The world below was in clear view for the poor girl, but her savior was the same man that sought to end her. Charade had her long, luscious hair excruciatingly wrapped around his hand like the reigns of a horse. At the literal edge of her life and in sincere agony, Gianna stood on the tips of her toe. If Tris let go, it would be all over. A chuckle escaped the blonde man’s lips, truly enjoying the sight of the struggling girl. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Gianna Daniels. Why must you muck in my mud? Do you think you’re some kind of all powerful figure now that you’ve put your big girl pants on?”
In normal cases, Gianna would have yelped or said anything to inform someone that her life was hanging by a thread, but this was not normal. Nothing about any of this was normal. With an unwelcoming view, she stood there, with a stranger’s life support (pulling painfully on her hair), who happened to be the cause her unfortunate position. The villainess stared below her, at the cement of the sidewalk and the peacefulness of the school grounds. A shiver ran up her spine and not because she was cold. Alarmed and confused, she growled, “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, such an entitled girl, you are. Who are you to be asking questions in this position?” he exclaimed to her, a grin spreading across his face. “But, if you must know, I go by many names. Since I am in total control of your existence right now, you may call me ‘Papa’.”
“You’re disgusting.” Gianna spat. His voice did not sound familiar. The one night she brought her guard down was the one night a new player in the game decided to make his big reveal. GREAT. “If you’re going to kill me, kill me. I’m not here to play cat and mouse.” Even though she was indeed drunk and she could fall to her death this instant, she would not show she was weak to someone she knew nothing about nor his attentions. She would rather die.
The sass that bled off his victim was quite amusing, defiant even at the end. “Settle down, little girl. Papa might have to spank you. Glee filled Tristram’s voice as he uttered his bizarre threat, but he seemed quite serious. To emphasize his point, his other hand trailed a finger down her back. ”I had indeed considered killing you, but I am in such a good mood tonight that I thought it better to spare you. I have more eloquent plans for an… ‘endearing’ figure such as you.” the madman slowly unraveled his schemes. The dangling Gianna would be a fitting puppet, just like Mr. Mitch Danford.
He was… disturbing… to say the least. “Cut the shit. None of this ‘sweet’ talk. I don’t need a stupid ass monologue from someone I don’t even know. Tell me what you have to say. Or drop me.” Did Gianna like this? Hell to the fucking no. Her head was starting to pound from his pull. And she didn’t need some nobody dragging things along.
She really was killing the mood, wasn’t she? Not a single likeable thing about her, oh no no. It brought to question how anyone actually liked her. Gianna Daniels: not fun, not funny, not anything. Frustration rippled through Tristram, and he very nearly did decide to kill off Delphina’s wannabe queen. “You really are an annoying girl. Almost as bad as Sylvia Vargas.” he muttered before his voice changed to a serious timbre. “You may not have known it before now, but there are far more powerful figures in the school. There are shadow games in the background that vye for more than whatever petty drama you have instigated with Ms. Youngblood. Your intentions, whatever they are, don’t matter though. In essence, you are nothing.” The larger picture was being peeled away and a revelation for the young woman was in store.
“Tonight, you have met perhaps the most formidable of the grand players. In reality, I could scarcely call you a threat. I simply hate you.” The grip on Gia’s hair grew tighter, to the point it felt like he was about to rip all those delicate, light strands out. “You’re going to be my new plaything. You will do what I tell you like a good daughter. As far as you are concerned, I am your master and commander. Your daddy, so to speak.”
“You say I’m nothing and yet here we are. My life in your hands, all so that you can use me. If I wasn’t so much a threat, you wouldn’t want my help. Now would you?” At this point, Gianna could careless about what he wanted of her. He was going to do what he wanted to do and in his messed up head, she had no say in the matter.
“Oh, but you are nothing, my dear. Me sparing you is simply an attribute of my good mood tonight. I don’t need your help. I hardly even want it. It’s just more beneficial this way. With you still alive, I don’t have to worry about those pesky friends of yours poking their noses where they don’t belong. Of course, even if they did, I would just kill them just the same.” he snickered loudly, shaking his head at the notion that Gianna thought she was important. Such naivety. “That brings me to my other point. Should you disobey me, you will find your ranks dwindling. I will slaughter anyone and everything that you care about, and I will reduce you to ashes. That’s right, Gianna, you haven’t just put yourself in death’s way. You’ve also put your friends, or pawns, or minions, whatever you want to call them, at risk. I can be anywhere at anytime, so don’t even think for one second that I’m bluffing. You can’t hide from the son of a living god.”
“Seriously. Can you tell me who the fuck you are? Because your threats are hot air. Sure, you can kill me, really I don’t fucking care, but you can be a complete joke for all I know. You’re not good at playing a villain, are you?”
If only he had a knife so he could cut this insolent prat’s tongue out. His levels of aggravation escalated and his patience had grown thin. If she wanted to see how serious he was, then so be it. Without another word, he let Gianna fall. Perhaps a clearer view of the ground below would make her come to her senses.
Ah. So this was the end. Through all of Gianna’s hardships and violent encounters, not once has she allowed herself to scream. She could never be the boy, or in this case, girl that cried wolf. Tonight she found her wolf who made her crippling fear surface. The weak child she hid from the world poked her head to check what was under her bed and there she found her boogey man. Deep down, she knew without her wits, she would have died a long time ago. She saw Vincent in her mind, which caused her eyes to well up… it wasn’t her time to go. Not yet. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t ready. She still needed to find out who killed him. Bringing her hands to her face, she covered her eyes so she didn’t have to see the cement drawing near. All the people she failed by playing this stupid and dangerous game. Lucas, Brenna… Elijah. What would happen now that she was gone?
Yuck. Vermin were the worst, and among them, Gianna was queen. A residue of whatever brand of pauper’s shampoo she used coalesced on his hand, reminding him of how fortunate he was to be amongst the wealthy elite. Wiping his filthy hand on his coat while his other threw his hat on the ground next to him, Tristram’s blue eyes leered down at the falling, soon-to-be-deceased body. Honestly, the girl looked better that way. And nobody was going to miss her. Alas, she had a single purpose to serve, namely with a certain Lucas Farweight. With a wave of his right hand, the hat disappeared, and once again, a trembling Gianna was at his side. He couldn’t help but laugh at her suffering. Stomping down on her abdomen, Charade leaned in close to the girl’s face, smirking all the way down. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Gia. Are you ready to take me seriously, or do I have to toss you overboard again?”
Narrowing her watery eyes, Gia cringed and glared at the revealed man, “Tristram Cringe. Formally Blink Dog, but now goes by Charade. The bane of Mrs. Lovelace’s existence. So this is your true colors. Nice to finally meet you.” Her words came out shakily but with a hint of disdain, disgust, and detachment. “What. Do. You. Want.”
“Uh oh, you forgot something. Remember, it’s Papa Cringe to you.” he quickly corrected her with a snide glare. It was so nice to see the girl broken down like this. If only he had the time to break her spirit further. “For now, my request for you is simple: abandon Lucas Farweight. Cut him down to size for me. Not unless you’d rather me cut his throat while he sleeps. Really, it’s your choice. Like I said, I don’t need you for this. It’s just a matter of convenience.” Tristram made his intentions for her known. The master would abandon her puppy, and from there, the dominoes would fall. He wasn’t sure if this would accomplish exactly what he wanted, but he did know that it would make Lucas’ life a little more miserable. “There’s no real reason for this task. Think of it as a show of faith. If you do this, then maybe you’ll come into my good graces. Fail, and you’ll face the repercussions.” This was, of course, a lie. He hated Lucas more than Gianna for assailing his precious Eliana, but it wasn’t necessary to alert the girl to this.
Delphina’s fallen lady attempted to open her mouth, but Tristram quickly clamped her mouth closed. He was so tired of her chatter. “You have until the end of the Fear Fest to do this.” Just as he was about to vanish, the curious sound of footsteps not so far away drew Charade’s attention. His gaze flew about, inspecting every corner of the rooftop. Surely they were alone, weren’t they? Strangely, there was nothing there. Interesting, very interesting. Maybe the effects of the Witch’s Brew were still swimming in his veins. Nonetheless it was time to leave. Without another sound, Tristram Cringe vanished into thin air, though to where was anybody’s guess.
A rush of emotions immersed Gianna. Pathetically, she stood up with an incomprehensible urge to forget what had just happened, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to. With faint and weak steps, she trudged to the roof’s door and quietly opened it, only to be rewarded by another creepy ass person. Jumping back, she snarled (this night was god awful), “What the fuck, Val?!”
The generally stoic Valentine cocked his head at her reaction, but did nothing to comment on it. “It seems the predator has become the prey. I saw everything that happened.” he explained to her, but there was not a hint of emotion in his voice. ”Gianna, don’t do anything stupid. I will take care of Mr. Cringe. I’ll just need time…” As he said this, there was concern laced in the warlock’s tone. What were Tristram’s intentions, and why was he targeting Gianna? He could only wonder. Well, whatever it was, he’d get to the bottom of it. Delphina was family, after all, and it was his duty to protect each and every member.
Yeah, right. “Whatever.” Fed up and tired of people concerning themselves with her, Gia maneuvered herself around the annoyance, who was getting involved in something he shouldn’t, and rushed down the stairs.
