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Her head was pounding, her body trembling with pain. It was a glorious sort of pain though, and her body had gotten used to it. She had pulled a silken robe around her body, making her way over to her lover. “Oh? Sounds like today's going to be more fun than I thought.” Her smile was cruel in nature as she moved and sat herself in Robbie's lap. “I've got a new shipment of OT coming in later tonight.” She let her fingers run through his hair, tugging at his locks gently. Her gaze was a bit absent, but that was mostly because she was high. On what? Who knew. These days she didn't really look at something before it went into her body.
"That's fine." Robbie traced his finger tip down Libby's long, silky leg. "I'll call Santiago and have him do the run for us." He pushed up his glasses as his other hand wrapped around his lover's small waist. "Things are going to be changing, real fast. We need to be ready when they do, so having Oliver and Keela with us needs to be a certainty. I know she's your sister but if she doesn't play ball then I'll have to go the other route with her. Are you gonna be ok with that?" He actually didn't really care. Robert Ross made his living by dong things the hard way, threatening Keela and Oliver to co-operate wasn't a difficult task in his mind.
“Darling, please. Oliver will say yes. So will Keela. Oliver needs little to no prodding, because the fact of the matter is that he has a child, a fiancee in college, a wedding in the Bahamas coming up, and a house to pay mortgage on. They aren't back in London living at the Hotel. Oliver's too proud to let Keela keep paying out of her bank to take care of the family and they both have shitty jobs in a shitty little town that's hardly a speck on the map.”, she purred as she leaned down and nipped his bottom lip before lifting herself from her perch and heading to the kitchen. “Besides, we both know that you could care less whether your actions bothered me or not. No need to play the courteous gentleman with me. You know I find it pointless.” A smirk flickered across her features as she made herself a screwdriver, whip cream being heavily laden on top of the drink that was mostly vodka. “I'm ready when you are.”
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“Aww, Liam. You've got your very first toothbrush!” Like all parents [or at least most of them] every single little milestone seemed to make Keela and Oliver fall in love with the boy all the much more, acting as though he had just won a Nobel prize. They filmed as he stood on the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth with a dry toothbrush, though completely happy about it. They had just gotten back from his first dental appointment as well as a doctor's appointment for a checkup. Keela was devastated to find out that he had asthma, but Oliver reminded her to be grateful that it was something so relatively minor as opposed to all the things it could have been.
“Knock, knock! Am I too late for the wedding?” Keela and Oliver both froze as Olivia's voice called out from within their home. They didn't hate her, really. She just really annoyed the hell out of them. She was like the high school prom queen who wanted to keep reliving her high school glory days and drag everyone along with her. “What do you w – ” Oliver had rounded the corner, Keela right behind him with Liam and the video camera. They both froze at the sight of Robert Ross. “Really? You couldn't give us a year?” Oliver wasn't a fool. He was a businessman, just like Robert. Though he was more familiar with the physicality. He knew why the man was there.
“Things have taken an unexpected turn” Robert Ross, as cool and calm as ever smiled. “We need to make some significant changes and you’re going to be the one that implements them Oliver…Libby?” On cue, Olivia ushered her little sister and nephew into the other room leaving Rob with Oliver. “You’re a gym trainer, right Ollie? Pity really. You’re not being a man. A man provides for his family. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he's a man. And he will do this by any means necessary. You are good at what you do Oliver and so am I. We can help each other. We’re practically family and it’s family above all. Let us provide for our family, because we are men and that is what we do”
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Apologies to everyone. I haven't been a very good GM or friend as of late but there's a reason for that. England has been hit by some of the worse flooding ever and although my area hasn't been to badly effected, some nearby area's have. As such, the hospital where I work as saw fit to send rigs (ambulances) out into these danger zones in order to help those affected. Unfortunately, these call outs have led to me essentially working double shifts, so by the time I get home I'm just too tired to post and my inspiration has been sapped. These last few weeks have been hell but I'm off this weekend so come hell or high water (no pun intended) I will get my posts up and continue my collabs.
Sorry again everyone.
Sorry again everyone.
Great posts everyone, I'm working on some collabs now. Should be up in the next day or two.
I'll have something up tomorrow honey
Post coming tomorrow.
I know, I'm an evil genius.
Post is up Foxy
Duncan had been there most of the morning. He wasn’t the biggest sleeper in the world so as soon as he awoke, he was up and relocating to Avengers Tower. It was definitely a far cry from the Frost estate in Scotland. Before, he lived in a massive country manner with no other company than his butler whom he never used. Now he was in New York, a city that rarely slept and more advanced than most places across the globe. This was his type of place.
“Mr Perfect” was it said on his nameplate, he hated it. In Duncan’s eyes, he was very much far from perfect, not that he wasn’t trying. Every day was just another day to better himself. He ran his fingers across the door and watched as his biometrics were scanned and the door unlocked. There was similar technology at the SHIELD Operations Academy he had attended not too long ago. “Codename: Mister Perfect. Avenger Apprentice. Identification Verified. Welcome to Avengers Tower Mister Frost” A voice came over the tannoy to welcome him. He entered the room and a rare genuine smile crossed his lips as he looked at the personalised room. Nothing fancy in there, a large bed, a shower, a walk in wardrobe, a laptop and wall dedicated to every weapon that Duncan had ever wanted to use or try. He could get used to this.
He glanced at the large mirror on the wall, it was strange for Duncan to be looking at himself in his civilian clothes. He had spent so much time in a trainee uniform that he almost forgot his own style. Throwing his jacket off to the side, he nodded at his reflection. He filled out the dark long sleeve t nicely, his jeans scuffed but styled. After a few more moments of admiration, Duncan placed his iPod om charge in the corner. It was a strange habit, he liked to kill people to a soundtrack.
About an hour later, he heard a few nearby doors open and close but he didn’t bother to move from his own person work bench. People could wait, he was too busy polishing his wrist mounted blades. Then the voices began to ring out and Duncan knew he couldn’t ignore them any longer. With a great sigh he stood up and left the room, descending the stairs next to his Mentor Clint Barton’s room. “Well, this is cozy” He sauntered in. “I guess we’re going to be teammates”
“Mr Perfect” was it said on his nameplate, he hated it. In Duncan’s eyes, he was very much far from perfect, not that he wasn’t trying. Every day was just another day to better himself. He ran his fingers across the door and watched as his biometrics were scanned and the door unlocked. There was similar technology at the SHIELD Operations Academy he had attended not too long ago. “Codename: Mister Perfect. Avenger Apprentice. Identification Verified. Welcome to Avengers Tower Mister Frost” A voice came over the tannoy to welcome him. He entered the room and a rare genuine smile crossed his lips as he looked at the personalised room. Nothing fancy in there, a large bed, a shower, a walk in wardrobe, a laptop and wall dedicated to every weapon that Duncan had ever wanted to use or try. He could get used to this.
He glanced at the large mirror on the wall, it was strange for Duncan to be looking at himself in his civilian clothes. He had spent so much time in a trainee uniform that he almost forgot his own style. Throwing his jacket off to the side, he nodded at his reflection. He filled out the dark long sleeve t nicely, his jeans scuffed but styled. After a few more moments of admiration, Duncan placed his iPod om charge in the corner. It was a strange habit, he liked to kill people to a soundtrack.
About an hour later, he heard a few nearby doors open and close but he didn’t bother to move from his own person work bench. People could wait, he was too busy polishing his wrist mounted blades. Then the voices began to ring out and Duncan knew he couldn’t ignore them any longer. With a great sigh he stood up and left the room, descending the stairs next to his Mentor Clint Barton’s room. “Well, this is cozy” He sauntered in. “I guess we’re going to be teammates”
Maxxorlord said
Merf.I require ideas, guys. No idea what to do with my mercenary with Sheffield gone..
Not a problem. What we can do, is unfortunately disregard Sheffield's character and have Santiago working not for the Jagielski's but for the Holmes gang instead.
Owen
After listening to Lauren’s instructions, Owen jumped from his seat and quickly hurried out to get the SUV as ordered. Already, the ex-soldier was mulling everything over in his head. Kowalcyzk, obviously a Polack so there was probably about a 80 to 90 percent chance he was born and raised in the Fields neighbourhood or Tide Point. If that was the case, then there was also about a 90 percent chance he was part of Jagielski’s gang. Could this be some sort of power play? The death of the Mayor’s son was eerily similar to the assassination of Alison McKenna five years earlier. When she was murdered, all the dirt secrets of the McKenna’s came to light and their hidden criminal empire was brought down, which then resulted in Justice essentially being transformed into a war zone due to the creation of a vacuum of power. Could it be happening all over again? Were the Jagielski’s making one hell of a move? Or was someone else pulling the strings? As Owen went over all of this in his head, he had already got the SUV pulled up outside and picked up his team to head to Francis J McKenna High School. When the MCU arrived on the scene, each member set off to do their respective duties as ordered my Captain Tryner. For Owen that meant heading off and making sure that forensics got everything they needed and that he could paint the picture of what happened.
Robert-Ross
She was still breathing, that was the main thing. Using the damp cloth, Robert Ross washed the blood from his hands and looked down at his unconscious lover with a cold dead stare. Libby liked it this way, almost as much as he did. Their vicious sex games often resulted in cuts and bruises on both sides. Lots of drugs and alcohol which both had developed an almost immunity to. Many times one or both of them had come so close to death that they needed to be resuscitated. Neither would have it any other way. Bending down, Robbie ran a finger down her spine before pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. He turned and made his way out of the bedroom and picked his glasses up off the bedside table as he did so. Entering the living room of the apartment, Rob picked his cell phone up from the counter and scanned the messages on it. It had all but blown up in the span of an hour. The most recent message being simply “NEWS”. Sitting down onto the couch, still in nothing but his boxers and glasses he turned on the tv. Emotionless as he watched the events of the day unfold, Robert Ross began to run the numbers in his head like the machine he was. Kowalcyzk was supposed to be dealing with some of Robbie’s guys that day. Obviously someone got greedy which resulted in a shootout, Stevie got nervous and ran into the school. If he was going to go out, he was going to go out in a blaze of glory. None of this mattered, Robert had is contingency plan already in place.
Olivia emerged from the bedroom and Rob turned to greet her. “I think it’s about time, Lib that we go see your sister”
After listening to Lauren’s instructions, Owen jumped from his seat and quickly hurried out to get the SUV as ordered. Already, the ex-soldier was mulling everything over in his head. Kowalcyzk, obviously a Polack so there was probably about a 80 to 90 percent chance he was born and raised in the Fields neighbourhood or Tide Point. If that was the case, then there was also about a 90 percent chance he was part of Jagielski’s gang. Could this be some sort of power play? The death of the Mayor’s son was eerily similar to the assassination of Alison McKenna five years earlier. When she was murdered, all the dirt secrets of the McKenna’s came to light and their hidden criminal empire was brought down, which then resulted in Justice essentially being transformed into a war zone due to the creation of a vacuum of power. Could it be happening all over again? Were the Jagielski’s making one hell of a move? Or was someone else pulling the strings? As Owen went over all of this in his head, he had already got the SUV pulled up outside and picked up his team to head to Francis J McKenna High School. When the MCU arrived on the scene, each member set off to do their respective duties as ordered my Captain Tryner. For Owen that meant heading off and making sure that forensics got everything they needed and that he could paint the picture of what happened.
Robert-Ross
She was still breathing, that was the main thing. Using the damp cloth, Robert Ross washed the blood from his hands and looked down at his unconscious lover with a cold dead stare. Libby liked it this way, almost as much as he did. Their vicious sex games often resulted in cuts and bruises on both sides. Lots of drugs and alcohol which both had developed an almost immunity to. Many times one or both of them had come so close to death that they needed to be resuscitated. Neither would have it any other way. Bending down, Robbie ran a finger down her spine before pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. He turned and made his way out of the bedroom and picked his glasses up off the bedside table as he did so. Entering the living room of the apartment, Rob picked his cell phone up from the counter and scanned the messages on it. It had all but blown up in the span of an hour. The most recent message being simply “NEWS”. Sitting down onto the couch, still in nothing but his boxers and glasses he turned on the tv. Emotionless as he watched the events of the day unfold, Robert Ross began to run the numbers in his head like the machine he was. Kowalcyzk was supposed to be dealing with some of Robbie’s guys that day. Obviously someone got greedy which resulted in a shootout, Stevie got nervous and ran into the school. If he was going to go out, he was going to go out in a blaze of glory. None of this mattered, Robert had is contingency plan already in place.
Olivia emerged from the bedroom and Rob turned to greet her. “I think it’s about time, Lib that we go see your sister”
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