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---SYL RIVERS WASN'T A FAN OF CANCER. and smoking caused cancer. she really didn't like the idea of inhaling rat poison and nicotine. she probably had a perfect set of lungs, and if she died early it wasn't going to be because of suicide, which in her mind, was synonymous with smoking. smoking gave people lung cancer. it was a vile habit, really. it sounded totally hypocritical, that she would drink without a dent in her conscience, smiting her liver to hell, but when it came to smoking? there was no way she was going to be one of those cancer stick huffing nimrods. the smell was repulsive, and it made your teeth horrendously unattractive. it was a disgusting habit. that was probably the worst part about casinos, the smoking. everybody and their mothers drank, but not everybody smoked. maybe it was just in her brain that it didn't make sense. she was the only person she could recall in her line of business that had strong opposing feelings to cigarettes. even her father had been a heavy smoker, but it had always bothered her. so there she stood in front of donny davis's house, with a cigarette in her hand. she had already knocked on the door and proceeded to pull out the devilish little creation. why was she smoking? well, technically she wasn't. the flame of the light flicked on, licking the end of her white paper death trap. she looked at the thing glumly, and thought about stepping it out right then, but instead she took it to her lips and tried it. she started to cough, scowling at it. obviously she wasn't well versed in the art of cigarette smoking. she tried again, and the smoke filtered right back out of her mouth as she narrowed her eyes. suddenly, the front door opened, and she held the thing between her index and middle finger, waving it off beside her, disgusted with it, but intrigued all the same. "surprise," she muttered mockingly to the host at the door, "there's a mr. davis at this residence, is there not?" her eyes sparked with a hint of anger, her lips pursing together in clear irritation. there was an expression on her face that insinuated she knew something they didn't, but that was just syl. she didn't know much, she was just pissed off at whoever this smart ass was.

syl was a computer hacker, and a damn fine one at that. she could unlock hidden files, break through a complex firewall network, fish for information to make her a little profit, attack government files, and more. she was good, yeah. she was better than most people, she presumed, and she took pride in it. there were few people she knew of that could critique her in a way that would leave her speechless. but how often had anybody left sylvia rivers speechless? it was an extremely rare occasion. the blonde knew she had an upper hand in the cyber world, she knew she had the skills worthy of conceit. she had erased identities and created new ones, hidden government files, screwed with people at a higher authority level than her. not to mention the endless list of trivial nonsense she could perform. she was good at what she did, and naturally, she got paid well for what she did. what was absolutely infuriating was when somebody said something about her that was bad for business. syl rarely ever did things in person. she had little minions, neanderthals, who would run around meeting people in person for a couple bucks to deliver information. she often spoke over the phone, or acted as the messenger herself, claiming her boss was a man. she didn't like people knowing anything about she herself. so she lied her was through her business, but always gave quality work, so it wasn't like anybody ever felt a need to see the big bad boss in person. when somebody pointed out the insecurities in her technique, however, that made people question the bargain they'd gotten. it made them want to start an argument, to get their money back. well syl rivers was a fine computer prodigy, and the fact that somebody had upset one of her customers was driving her up the wall.

one of the few people who'd known it was her doing the work, a man named salem, had apparently been shortly acquainted with this donny davis during his short stay in valkyrie. salem was one of the few people syl met in person, and it was because she'd met him in london a few years back when he'd been on the run from some very important people, and so was she. they sort of fell together, and he and his lady friend ended up helping out syl and her sister, so syl told him she owed him, which, in return, he asked for her to wipe his and his partner’s military files and get them some fake identities. syl oh so very kindly obliged, and then they parted ways, both heading to the states. when syl and joey ended up in valkyrie, california, salem and his partner followed closely behind. syl didn't pay much attention to the two. she hated knowing people, and she hated when people knew her, so she quietly ignored them, but they left soon after their arrival, right before syl and joey themselves left the bombarded little town that looked like it had been drop kicked by world war II. before they'd left though, salem had mentioned something to syl about his friend liz and her some-thing-or-another boy toy buddy ole pal, and how he'd seen holes in her style and was able to pull his files right back up. she'd been pissed, but told salem that the guy was probably a little less than sane and proceeded to skip town with joey. they left, and salem constantly called asking her to check up on his files, make sure they were still "gone." she did, and they were... but she never knew if the nosey punk who tore apart her area of expertise hid it back up. well, if he was such a good god damn hacker, why was he doing nothing of particular interest with his life except looking up some files for a buddy. maybe he was one of those smart freaks who worked for google or something. she could picture him now, high-water slacks, suspenders, thick rimmed glasses, a perpetual sinus infection, bad breath, a forty year old virgin. yeah, that sounded about right. syl ignored the entire situation, considering she wasn't even in the state anymore. that was, until now.

when syl and joey had gotten into their blow out in the great patriotic state of texas. bullshit, syl had skipped around, practically too intoxicated to function, often waking up in slummy bars or deserted hotel rooms. she had hardly stayed sober for more than an hour over the month. she'd always lacked a sense of self preservation, but with her sister around she almost felt obligated to keep herself healthy since they were a sort of team. or at least that’s what she told herself. in reality she valued herself much too highly to ever commit any real sense of physical harm. she was a selfish bitch, but she did love her sister, and she did put her before herself. in way, she never cared if she woke up, she always figured she might have ended up in a hospital with an iv in her arm with a judge demanding she went to rehab. it never happened, though. apparently her alcohol tolerance level was way above average, like everything else about her. without her sister, though, she had felt lost. joey had always been the plan maker, and syl didn't know any life without her. so much for her independence. the bitterness of the situation eventually froze over her heart, however, wrapping it in a thick sheet of icy poison. she'd found jamie, probably the closest thing she could call a friend at the moment, and spent ever since slumming it with him. she didn't know how long it'd been. time was a blur these days, it wasn't like she cared anymore. for all she knew she'd slept through her own birthday, hell, she could hardly think of when her birthday was. she was a serious mess, but she'd gotten better since the time she'd spent in boston. she wasn't healed, necessarily, but she blocked off the issues she had, suppressed them until she convinced herself they no longer existed... and then here she ended up, back in valkyrie, california.

now that she was back, may as well take care of business. pride was a funny thing. it thrive through every human being, beating as strongly as their own heart. religious phonies constantly preached about the need to abandon pride, for the meek shall inherit the earth. to syl that just seemed like a load of lies. it was hypocritically to even consider not being prideful, because every single person on the whole damn planet held onto their pride no matter what they said, whether it be pride in themselves, a relative, or something they've created, pride is an investment, and without it the world of science wouldn't prosper. syl loved her pride, she embraced it whole heartedly. when donny davis had made a crack at her work, he hurt her pride a little bit, and here she was, intending on knocking the socks off of the poor nerd who would be so incredibly stunned to be in the presence of somebody as glorious as herself. she hadn't fully recovered. there was still a sickly yellow tint to her skin, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. there were still dark circles around her eyes since she still had not managed to sleep well on an incessant basis. there weren't a whole lot of people who could get under syl's skin, but this plus the fact that salem had bothered the living jesus out of her because of the snarky remark, she had yet to forget about it, and it probably wouldn't go away until she made this mysterious little dork pee himself. the fiery spark was back, more faintly than before, but back nonetheless. it gave her a healthier glow, and she looked less like a shadow of herself, though she was still more slender than usual due to her all alcohol no food diet. yeah, she ate, but not often enough to be considered healthy. she was getting back to it though. her food still tasted like nothing, like chewing on cardboard, but at least she was trying. she was too damn selfish to commit suicide, whether directly or indirectly.

her foot tapped lightly as she glared at the cigarette in her hand, waiting for an invitation inside or for the super nerd she'd picture in her mind to come out and snort while pushing his glasses up his nose. her nose was wrinkled and her eyebrows knit together, her silvery eyes burning with anticipation. that cigarette was shocking in itself. but like i said before, she had always lacked a sense of self preservation, even more so lately than usual. by no means was she trying to harm herself, but she was done living cautiously. she was going to do whatever the hell she wanted when she wanted to. maybe smoking wasn't the right direction to go though. hell, she didn’t even know where she’d gotten the damn cancer stick, it was probably jamie’s. he was a chain smoker if she’d ever seen one. dropping the cancer stick to the ground, she crushed it with her heel and proceeded to fold her arms tightly across her chest in a defiant manner. god, she was an idiot, why did she bother trying that? she returned her attention to the doorway, trying to stay focused on her plan, scowling expectantly. she wanted to get this over with, her body was already screaming to be numbed from thought. she’d taken care of her human emotions, she was superior to that… but when her thoughts began to wander… she remember… and then shook her head violently. that was not acceptable. not here.

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[donald jeremy davis]

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------ Life was fucking weird lately. Quieter than the Sirens were used to but not exactly subdued either. They were still getting by day to day, except for maybe Silver, the dog. And Kale... the other dog. Donny Davis had been distracted from his carefree ways of the past five years. You see, five years ago, after Donny had avenged his sister and helped save the late brother of Liz's kids he had taken off. He hadn't wanted to come back to Valkyrie just yet. He took off to New York City where he met up with Kale Barker, who when Donny met him when they were kids he had went by Harry? Yeah. The Basher was back in Donny's life. The Basher was a famous criminal, but he wasn't a big secret. Kale Barker is what the Basher goes by now and he is definitely one of Donny's best friends. In fact, Kale was one of the first to know Donny's big secret. Donny was A.Heyward. Of course, Liz, Wid, and Orion now all know. It was funny the moment they found out. Lots of gasps except from Ri who just chuckled and walked away saying "figures." Anyways, Donny met up with Kale...

------ Donny helped him with a quick job and as they're running away from an explosion laughing slightly Kale convinces Donny to come with him for a bit. They fake some tickets and steal some passports and go over seas. Donny is now re-initiating his criminal name. A.Heyward, who is a legendary hacker. Most vision him much older but A.Heyward has caused massive blackouts in London, gotten into the U.S. Treasury and rearranged shit just to let the governments know he could, normal kids who have any inkling of the news have heard his name. Basher is known to the crime world as an expert and a talent and being a bit off the rocker and a big name but nothing compared to A.Heyward. Getting Heyward on your side's not only expensive but a big boost of rep. Total mystery man. Basher and Heyward(donny) went to Dublin and actually work with the Irish Mafia for a bit before taking off and hitting up Russia, they brokk in to use this fucking super computer in Moscow, mostly for fun, but they sold some of the Info off of it to the highest bidder, some of the info went to breaking security codes that they sold to the Russian mafia. The Russians and the Italians do not like eachother, but Heyward worked for the Italians a fair amount too. Same with Basher. Donny and Kale, Heyward and Basher, whichever name you choose to use, they had no alliances. The crime world knew this and they don't really give a damn. But that was how Donny had been the past five years. Basically they just jumped around the world having fun.

------ Donny had grown into his looks, either that or the attitude had changed because he now had a fair amount of girls who liked to throw themselves at him. He just hadn't given a damn. He had been running from what happened to Isabel, he couldn't handle it. But here he was in Valkyrie again, living in a house with the Sirens he hadn't seen since that day so many years ago, but the Sirens he thought of as his only real family left just to find out, the women he was told was his mother his whole life was not, which explained why she never seemed to like Donny but loved all the other kids. Donny was the child of a woman named Emilia Sutton, his father's rape victim. Donny might be okay with justifiable murder, after all, he had committed such acts. He was okay with ripping people off, scamming them, and he was even okay with selling off top secret government secrets to the black market, and by the way, any talented hacker who's dealt with the government officiated information will tell you this country is really fucked up and corrupt. Maybe that's why he had no guilt. But rape? It was the one criminal act Donny could not forgive. Child molestation falling into the rape category. Maybe it was because of what happened to Liz, and Wid, and he had seen how it tortures a person. He just could not accept that it was this horrible action, the action of the devil on Earth that had caused his very existence.

------ And of all the stupid things to do, Donny got curious and the woman actually recognized him? And now he was stuck. He didn't want to bring them into his life, and he doubted they really wanted to be a part of it, at least once they know, but not like he was going to tell them. Now they expected him to become a part of their family and it wasn't really gonna happen. At least not in Donny's mind. Whatever, he needed to stop thinking about it and get back to the fun carefree side of life he had enjoyed. He had passed the test of running into Andie, barely felt a thing. Donny rubbed a towel over his head as he came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam from his shower and walked across the hall into his room. He threw the towel onto his bed and pulled on some jeans. He looked around his room for a specific plaid shirt. Him and Kale were gonna go out later, get some girls and just relax. Donny left his room and made his way downstairs and saw his shirt on the top of the laundry basket. "Oo, I love seeing you shirtless now Donny boy."

------ Donny laughed at the statement, looking up to see Widow walking into the main room. Dressed provocatively as she always did. Actually, it might not be the clothes but the attitude she brings to them, but something about her "screams sex" as Kale put it. Donny leaned down and grabbed his shirt, "Same to you Wid." Donny replied pulling his arms through the sleeves as Wid laughed and opened the front door as she headed out. Donny and Wid had always had a very flirtatious relationship, they would never act on it, they really were incredibly good friends and no real sexual tension, they were family, not by blood, or even specific relation, she didn't feel like a cousin or a sister, just a friend he would kill or die for. He looked up, as she had stopped in the door way. He walked over to the open door and opened it wider so he could look out at a familiar looking blonde. "there's a mr. davis at this residence, is there not?" Wid smirked and looked back at Donny, "I have to go, meeting Maggie. You have fun." And with that Widow passed the pretty blonde and got into one of Orion's cars parked on the street. Donny nodded her goodbye before looking at the new girl, Oh right, he recognized her, he had never met her but she was fellow hacker. He reached down and buttoned up his shirt turning around and walking further into the house, leaving the door open, "Rivers, right?" He spoke before turning back around and looking at her, "What can I do for you?"

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[sylvia ashton rivers]

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---VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA WAS A LIVING CEST POOL, a breeding ground for the criminally active. there was enough illegal activity in the poor, ruined little city to give al capone a conniption. syl thought the entire aura the city gave off was positively comical. it had been ravaged by an earthquake, the people were poor and sad, broken by lost loved ones and shattered homes. but then behind the scenes there were multitudes of russians, italians, irish, and whomever else that had an undying need to get blood on their hands, to stir up trouble. and yet the common people went about their grocery shopping, their schoolwork, everything, without even an inkling of a doubt that their is anything wrong with their precious little town aside from the earthquake. it was positively absurd. how could these people be so idiotic? she could hardly fathom it. there was a reason she was so repulsed by the human race. they were seriously deranged, worshipping false dieties who probably didn't exist, believing in aliens and higher beings, succumb by the veils of parapsychology and scams, and yet they would hardly believe it if somebody told them there was an underground criminal circuit running the place. humanity believed what it wanted to believe, nothing more, nothing. a religious crack would never believe something of a scientific nature if it did not correspond with their beliefs. some scientific idiot wouldn't believe an inexplicable miracle happened if he couldn't define it through an equation and an experiment. humanity thought they'd overcome their illiterate neanderthal ways long ago, but the way syl saw it, the majority of them were still peasants, foolish and easily swayed by lies. they fell to their passions all too easily. there were few people in this world she would consider to be on a higher level, people who could be considered elites. she was better than them, she was smarter, better looking, she was one of the elites.

passion was a huge part of syl's personality. not as in love, but as in anger. she had a fiery temper on her, and people easily got on her nerves. she had an inexplicable hate for her own race. she didn't like them, men, women, human beings. she'd rather live her life in the hindu kush mountains married to a snow leopard than tie herself down to human beings. they were their own downfall, ultimately, and she was much too intellectually superior to fall to that. she couldn't comprehend their stupidity. she didn't love humans, she had never loved anybody who didn't share her genetic make up. more often she disliked people. she hardly had a friend to her name, and thus with her hate came the returned hate of others. hell, even her own flesh and blood brother hated her, so that in itself said enough. she wasn't exactly the most likable person, and it had never really bothered her. nothing often phased her, not really. she was scarred and damaged, especially now, but she had been feeling less and less emotion aside from a sour bitterness. there always seemed to be the taste of metal in her mouth. people were worthless, and she could hardly tolerate it. the age of innovation was long past. people rarely made a name for themselves anymore. what was the last revolutionary thing to be invented? hardly anything of worth. there were a plethora of people who didn't do anything. they went to work in a cubicle every day or tinkered with the plumbing in a middle class house of suburbia. humans had gotten lazy. they convinced themselves there was no difference to be made. they lost their spark, the thing that separated them from the rest of the mammals on the planet. it wasn't in their cards to do anything great. it wasn't their fate.

fate and destiny was a bunch of bullshit anyway. syl had never boughten that sort of thing, it never made sense for her. how could people care so little as to leave their lives up to fate? what if fate said you were going to be raped, and then shot in the head? were you supposed to let it happen? what if fate was going to kill the people you love? should you sit back with a bucket of popcorn and watch since it is, indeed, inevitable? that seemed like the words of an idiot. like hell was syl rivers going to sit back and let life take her for a ride. she was going to take this whole god damn planet for a ride. she would paint the city red, light the walls on fire. she wouldn't let "fate" or "destiny" decide what she would become and what she would do. was it fate that she lived when her parents did not? that hardly seemed plausible. syl was sure that if it were up to whoever this amazing being was that had the power to decide her fate, well, he wasn't supposed to be alive. yet, here she was, aside from all the odds. there was no way she'd ever be pushed aside because life decided it wasn't her time anymore. luck and whatnot, it was all a sham. a fraud. people who campaigned for it were complete and utter imbeciles. they didn't deserve the time of day, or to be alive even. stupidity was a disease worse than leporsy. today's people would refuse to believe they could do anything of worth.

syl straightened as the woman opened the door. she seemed familiar... widow hughes? she was magdelena giovanni's gal pal or something, and bella knew her too. syl herself had never met the woman. she obviously thought she was something else, hot shit. there was no denying she was attractive, and there was a sort of fierceness about her that gave syl a spark of respect. well, well, she didn't hate her. that was a start. leaning against the door frame, she nodded to the tiny, sensual brunette as she left the house. she noticed the half dressed disgrace standing at the door beside her, opening it to get a better look at her. she ignored him, turning her head to watch widow leave. when she was gone she focused her attention back to the guy. he was proceeding to button his shirt, "stop doing that, you're more useful without it," she scowled at him before following him into the house. rivers. so he recognized her? she didn't recognize him. she had no idea who the heck he was. it bothered her a little that he knew of her, that meant he had the advantage her. she stopped, putting her index finger to her chin, "did i sleep with you or something?" she mused mockingly. it could have happened, she figured, there were a few nights in valkyrie that she didn't remember too well. "well, i'm here for davis. is he here?" it was only then that it hit her, that the idea even crossed her mind. maybe she should quit stereotyping, she of all people should know that intelligent people weren't always bad looking. "wait," she laughed listlessly, "you're him, aren't you?" she coughed out a laugh of disbelief, "hm, well, at least i won't want to vomit while i'm looking at you, this day is already getting better." her voice was soaked with sarcasm.

the blonde had been in a permanent bad mood since she and joey split up. not a lot amused her anymore or gave her a sense of enjoyment. her life was basically drinking and dealing with collins. it was pathetic, she felt like one of those petty housewives who hated their lives and had to drink to make the whole world a brighter place. it was less than who she used to be, and that alone pissed her off. but what was worse was that she couldn't help it, she couldn't just snap her fingers and be the fiesty little thing she once was. yeah, she still had a fire burning inside of her, but it was less for her own amusement, and more because she couldn't help it. this guy poking fun at her work made it worse. little things bothered her now that she normally could have ignored before... but the fact that he was good looking made it slightly better. she was shallow, yeah, and seeing somebody who was somewhat attractive was good. she was out of his league, of course, but he sure as hell wasn't out of hers. wait, wait, that wasn't why she was here. stupid brain and its wandering thoughts, "what can you do for me, you say?" she sounded bitter, but with a hint of a smile in her voice that didn't show on her expression, "i was just wondering..." she walked past him, running her hand against the wall, looking around the house before turning back to him with a dark smirk on her lips, "who are you, mr. davis?" she asked seductively, tilting her head to the side. the metal taste was strong in her mouth, her eyes flashed with anger, "who are you to judge my work? let's not dance around the fire here. you and i both know that you've obviously had some experience in the networking world. what makes you think your god, though?" she laughed, but it sounded hollow, her silvery blue eyes scowled at the floor, "what i'm really saying is... i'd appreciate it if you didn't scare my clients. its bad for business, and a girl needs money." her eyes flickered back up to his own, she clenched her teeth, her jaw flexing a bit.

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------ Donald Jeremy Davis. Even his name was dorky. For most of his life, Donny had been just that. He was the dork. From the first minute he could remember, he was skinny with a big nose and even bigger ears. He never got into sports. He had always wanted to play but no one ever picked him. The weird kid in school who spent recess in the principals office for trying to take apart his teachers computers. He had always tried though. He had wanted to be liked. His father had never really liked Donny. Donny's older brother, David Jr. was the heir namesake and prized male specimen. Even when they were kids David used to be able to beat up anyone, except for some of the Hughes kids maybe. David was incredibly impressive when it came to physical tasks of strength and that was more respected by their father. Donny was the one who the father called his other son. He had always looked to the woman he thought was his mother for support, as she seemed to care for her other children but she would just beat on him and tell him to suck it up. By seven, little Donny had given up. Logically, part of him, at that young an age really wanted to be a part of his father's life but Donny was smart, even then and realized that he needed to come up with a different way to show his worth.

------ That is how his hacking began. It was to impress his father. But David Sr. never seemed to give a damn. The Hughes family was more impressed with the little boy that his father. And that was when Donny began using his hacking skills to rebel. He would fuck with his father's work. Minor ways, he never blew a deal or wanted to piss of the Hughes since Darren Hughes Sr. scared the bejesus out of him at the time. No, just he would fuck with his dad's money a lot or play with the information on his passport. You can easily guess that the massive scars on Donny's sides and back were from those. He didn't mind. Every time his father hit him, the more Donny was determined to show him up one day. Donny began to improve his skills in secret. He remained open with some of his abilities for when the Sirens needed a quick hack and didn't want to hire someone, but his true skill he kept hidden from them. He began to test himself, over and over. He would took on the signature A.Heyward. Andrew "Andy" Heyward, the real one, was a television producer who worked on the original Tron movie, uncredited. He also is the creator of Inspector Gadget. Tron and Inspector Gadget were basically his two favorite things when he was ten and created the Heyward alter ego for himself. Seemed a bit silly now, but it was already there and a part of who Donny Davis is.

------ Anyways, Donny had a feeling that hacking had saved his life. He made more friends with the Hughes kids, Widow, Liz, Kenny but mostly he was only close to his sister Isabel. Everyone else around him pissed him off, but even Wid, Liz and Kenny had a tendency to talk down to him. Everyone seemed to think he was weak. He was too thin to take on the fighting, he was smart but soft hearted with thin skin. He's a liability, he's weird. He's too snarky. He's got too much of a smart mouth. He felt powerless. But when his fingers hit that keyboard, he was in his world. The world they lived in was Electronic. Everyone had cells on them 24/7, everyone had an email. Every bank account accessible online, money was now for the most part just electronic representations on a screen. Birth records, Serial numbers, social security, police records, all security cams work together on some type of network that is hackable, everything is in his reach when he gets ahold of a strong enough computer and it was a rush. Hacking was the world's best drug for the young boy who was considered a weakling. He knew better and he laughed at the ignorance of the people around him. By thirteen he caused a blackout in London, from a computer at a public library. Why? Because it was fuckin' fun. And he wanted to bring attention to himself. Not to Donny mind you, but to Heyward. And it worked. The hacker was infamous, everyone looking for some genius man in his 20s or 30s, maybe older when really the person they wanted was a thirteen year old kid who had a hard time stepping on ants.

------ Without hacking, Donny would have either committed suicide, or ended up some depressed, pathetic guy who was stuck do chores in the warehouse the Sirens resided in. Computers had really done him a solid. He looked up at the blonde girl as she entered into the Siren house. It didn't look like much. The Sirens were not really picky. From the main hallway she would be able to see a living room to the right, a dining room with a lot of soap bars and other cleaning products and house hold items, like batteries from Kale's work on home-made bombs, scattered all over, a large staircase in front of her but just to the left of the stair case a long hallway. It was a decent sized house, but it was old, semi-run down, but the wiring and ground work was solid, it was simply some chipping paint and a creaky wood panel here and there. It suited them well. Donny smirked as she told him to stop buttoning up. He nodded as if to say 'good to know' but continued until all but the last three were buttoned. "did i sleep with you or something?" He chuckled at her words and shook his head, letting himself lean back on the side of the stairs where the railing ended, "Heh... No." He said simply but with amusement in his tone. "well, i'm here for davis. is he here?" Donny raised his eyebrows for a second and looked over his shoulder and down the hall before looking back at the girl, "You're not very good at deductive reasoning are you?"

------ Condescending? Yeah... He had a tendency to be so, even if he wasn't trying to be insulting, shit happens "wait, you're him, aren't you? A smart-ass smile played it's way onto Donny's face as he nodded and leaned forward off the railing. "hm, well, at least i won't want to vomit while i'm looking at you, this day is already getting better." Donny cocked his head to the side for a moment in mock confusion, "I think that was a compliment." He took a step towards the pretty blonde named Sylvia, or Syl for short and extended his hand, "Good to meet you, Sylvia Rivers." Donny looked her up and down before shrugging slightly, "You're prettier in person." He began, he turned around and began walking into the dining room, "Do you want something to drink?" He asked. Strange, the one thing that didn't change in him in the past five years was his very calm, friendly yet condescending and completely smug tone of voice. "I hope you don't mind that I looked you up after the whole Salem incident. I like to put a face to... other hackers." He spoke casually as he walked through the dining room into the kitchen. He turned back and watched her look around and trace her hand on the walls of the house. "who are you, mr. davis?" "Friends call me Donny." He replied without delay and with clear amusement in his tone. He knew that was not quite what she meant by "who are you" but he didn't really give a damn. She was cute though.

------ Donny glanced out the window over the sink in the kitchen that looked to the back yard as he heard the dog, Silver, not Kale, bark, looked like Liz was out back. "who are you to judge my work? let's not dance around the fire here. you and i both know that you've obviously had some experience in the networking world. what makes you think your god, though?" Donny's eyes had returned to Syl when she began to speak. He grinned and put his hands up defensively. He laughed slightly at the last comment. "what i'm really saying is... i'd appreciate it if you didn't scare my clients. its bad for business, and a girl needs money." Donny nodded and stood up straighter, "Look," he began before dropping his hands from their defensive pose, "I never I thought I WAS god... it's just when I get access to a computer I'm pretty damn close." He replied cooly with a cocky smirk, "I didn't judge, merely stated the facts. Your work is... decent... promising. I mean, it took me a good fifteen minutes longer than usual to decode the work. You're a hacker, of sorts, you know how important fifteen minutes are. You should be... proud..." He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "As for your clients, perhaps it would be more prudent for you to worry about making them feel safe through your own merits rather than trying to downgrade me."

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CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'spaceman' the killers
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; love them already. I kind of want to punch donny but also love him in douche arrogant mode.

[sylvia ashton rivers]

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---SELF CENTERED. SPITEFUL. VINDICTIVE. most of the words used to describe sylvia ashton rivers were not positive, nor flattering. a twisted part of her was proud of what the people said, of the dark rumors that fluttered through the damp air about her past and personality. it was never her goal to be miss congeniality, she wasn’t trying to win an award for most likable girl at school. if anything she'd like to be known as the girl who would kick your ass if you got in her way. she wasn't friendly, or affable, or amiable, or kinda, or sweet, or anything people treasured when it came to compliments. the only thing that anybody really found likable about her, generally, was her looks. and even that, sometimes, didn't suit some oddball's fancy. it wasn't like it fazed her though. you could call her every name in the book and she would laugh in your face or lash back with something worse. she never bit her tongue, her cold silver words lacing with venom to provide a harshness that most couldn't capture without feeling apologetic. syl didn't like people, and it was easier to dislike them when they returned the favor. she'd been burned by the ones she had trusted most in her life, and that alone made her wary. it wasn't like she was a bubbly little power puff girl before her parent's deaths, but she had been young, she was more open. now it was all shot to hell, she wasn't trying to make friends. if it happened, it happened, but it wasn't like she wanted it to. it was easier not to have attachments in life. relationships only made a person weaker, it was willingly giving somebody leverage to snap you in half like a twig. syl wasn't going to lie down and let somebody use her as their doormat. she wasn't going to be the sad little girl, crying in her bedroom because she was left for dead. if she cared about herself, and herself alone, then life was easier. it was safer.

a stone cold wall, build upon a firm foundation with walls as high as the eye could see. the wall was so icy that even the slightest touch would give severe frostbite to the hand of the arrogant bastard who thought he could climb it. within the wall was a vortex of dark clouds, venomous rain and deafening thunder. it was a complete and utter mess, but the outside wall was so beautiful nobody would have ever guessed at exactly how tangled up the inside was. that was syl. she had never let anybody in. the only people who really knew her, or had known her, shared her dna. they had the same blood running through their veins. aside from that there weren't many people who could see through her charade of normalcy. james, maybe, but he was too bent up himself to really get a grip on it. she was glad nobody could see through her. she wasn't the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, and she never would. there was a veil cast over her, black as night, fiery to the touch, completely unapproachable. nobody bothered with her anymore, she simply gave of the aura of keep walking. healthy people didn't like to get intertwined in the lives of messed up people. it was a simple fact of life, no matter how much denied. everybody was a little selfish. everybody thought they were a little more deserving. everybody thought they had it harder. nobody wanted to heal the unhealable, to fix the unfixable. it was infuriating, to have saints and martyrs staring at her with those sad, pitiful eyes. she wasn't broken. she didn't need to be fixed. the world thought she was a living lie, and she wasn't going to deny it. she was one of the most blunt, honest people alive... but when it came to really facing herself, well, she was a breathing lie, living for the world so she could hide. she would never admit it. hiding. it sickened her.

the selfish nature she possessed was astounding. she could hardly fathom it herself. there wasn't an altruistic bone in her body unless it was for her sister, who was missing in action and thus, a moot point. charity was dead, there wasn't a point to it because it didn't save herself in any way, shape, or form. that was, unless god was real, then she would be screwed in the charity department, but there were worse things she'd done than not feed the homeless or but orphans christmas presents. jesus was going to have choice words for her if he really was wandering around in another dimension, concerned for her every move. but religion was idiocy. it was extreme selflessness, the type of selflessness that didn't really exist. people claimed to be perfect and godly, but they weren't. they would never be. they were just even bigger hypocrites for believing it to begin with. syl could care less about humanity. she would sell out the entire planet if it would keep herself safe. she was a true ice cold bitch at heart. nobody else in this world was looking out for her. nobody else cared about where she was, what she was doing, if she was alive, or dead. nobody gave a damn. if she didn't look out for herself, who the hell planned on doing it? there was no way she would be lost in a fog of fraudulence and expectations. she refused to be swallowed up by the will of society. this was the syl show. the entire galaxy should have revolved around her considering she was the only being alive good enough for it. there was no way she was going to change. people didn't change. ever. if they did, they were living a lie. syl was not living a lie. she drank her nights away and numbed what few emotions she still managed to feel. she took care of herself. and the best part about it? she was still alive. so it must be working.

the bad part, however, was that when she was in a peaceful place for too long, when serenity overshadowed her and her thoughts began to wander, she was overcome with misery. sometimes she'd wished she was dead... but sylvia rivers loved herself too much to commit suicide. she thought she was god's gift to the earth, and she wouldn't take that away for anything. that, and another, smaller, part of her hated herself too much to give her conscience the satisfaction of being put out of its misery. sometimes being alive was punishment enough. but more than often she silenced that piece of her, because she really did adore herself. more than she could even begin to describe, and that was why this guy was beginning to piss her off. "pity. because i like you a whole hell of a lot less knowing we didn't,"

[/b] she retorted carefully, articulating her words with precision. she wandered past him, looking around, not really caring to make eye contact. her gaze had been skittish lately. the whole "eyes are the windows to a person's soul" thing freaked her out, and she wasn't particularly fond of the idea of somebody looking through her silvery pools and into the abyss she had thrown herself into. his condescending tone irked her, but she coughed a laugh of mockery, "you're a clever little thing, aren't you?" her voice seeped with sarcasm, a nuclear explosion waiting to happen. she was completely unstable, though today she felt better than usual. she felt stronger, like she didn't need to be intoxicated to face the world head on. it was probably the only reason she was here in the home of donny davis, somebody whom she considered her arch nemesis for the day.

her eyes darkened when he spoke. anybody who assumed anything was a complete and utter moron. "well, you thought wrong," she stated curtly, "i don't give compliments." she turned around to look at him, only to see him take a step closer to her. her first reaction was to take a step back, but she forced herself to stay in the same spot, staring at his extended hand like it was a piece of zombie-infected flesh. finally she allowed her own to meet his, "don't act so professional. it's just syl." she snapped. god, how she hated her name. sylvia. it was so... so old. proper. it was a symbol of a person that she no longer was, nor would she ever be again. it was a marker from her childhood. it was a mockery. he proceeded to look her up and down like she was a piece of meat on the market place, his expression swimming in nonchalance, "why thank you. its the nicest thing anybody had ever said to me." she replied coolly, rolling her eyes. yeah right. she was the best damn thing that had ever walked into his quaint little house. he should be grateful to even receive the opportunity to bask in her glorious presence. he left her there, moving into the kitchen. refusing to follow, she continued to look around the house. it was simple, but decent. there were various questionable items lying around, but mostly just average household trinkets. it was surprisingly disappointing. boring, even. maybe she should get an interior designer to come scope the place out, or something. maybe it was just her aversion of houses, though. houses meant stability, something syl had never had, nor did she ever want. it stood for permanence, and she had never been anywhere permanently. she was something of a deserter. the only reason she was still in valkyrie was because she had been everywhere else and liked the free alcohol she got at her place of residence.

donny offered her a drink. well now she couldn't leave. poison for her liver was her one weakness, or the one she would admit. if syl had been an alcoholic before she and joey had split, she couldn't even fathom what she was now. her throat burned for it at the thought, and she hoped he wasn't talking about grape juice, "something strong," she answered almost thoughtfully, still observing his american dream home. was he some sort of house husband or something? or maybe he was a pimp. this was a whore house. well, she sure hoped he didn't plan on drugging her drink and turned her into some meth addict crack whore. that would certainly be a problem. it was sad how intense her trust issues were. she was still a little wary that he might come at her with an axe, turn her into people pops, and serve her to the neighbors. he could very well be the next doctor frankenstein and was just waiting for the right moment to extract her eyeballs and put them into his new creation. "don't mind a bit. you're not the first stalker i've had," she replied, smirking a little to herself. she turned and walked through the dining room, leaning against a wall as she entered the kitchen, her eyes glued to him. donny. he went by donny? donny sounded like the name of the kid in gym class who always got nailed in the face with the dodge ball, "cute." her eyes seemed bored, and she even yawned, covering her mouth with her slender fingers. he really thought he was something else, didn't he? she was distracted when she heard a dog barking in the back. she smiled bitterly, "aw, you're a dog lover?" she pretended to gasp, resting her hand on her chest, "you're a keeper."

she could feel her face getting hot as she brought up her reason for being there. being a selfish, conceited girl with a god complex didn't allow condescending speech to settle well with her. his defense was totally idiotic, and she wanted to stop him before it got any stupider. it was like he was saying "i'm sorry you're an illegitimate moron" or something. at least that was how she took it, but the blonde shrugged it off, looking around the kitchen with a glum expression and a venomous smile playing with her lips, "oh yes, i'm so proud. how could i not be as you stand here telling me i'm a little above average? you sure are a charmer," she saluted him, raising an eyebrow. she wished he'd been worth of the dork of the year award, because then she could probably walk all over him and his google paid ass. but that clearly wasn't how this was turning out. "perhaps it would be more prudent for you to think your words over a little more carefully," she retorted shortly, looking at her nails and anywhere but the man in front of her. she was already pissed off, but clearly he was... well. she wasn't going to say it. she wasn't even going to think it. pride was all a girl had, wasn't it? religious buffoons preached about letting go of your pride to reach whatever enlightenment they believed in. the mere idea of letting go of pride, however, was ridiculous. it made a hypocrite out of everybody, no exceptions. people had pride, they always would, whether it been in themselves, an innovation, another person. "if you're so god damn brilliant, why are you sitting here?" she asked, scowling.

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[donald jeremy davis]

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------ I suppose it would have been difficult for Donny to have not changed after the events of five years ago. After all, he had experienced his first and second kill. What was scary was, it hardly phased him. He was in so much pain at the time and he had the two man who had murdered her in front of him, gun in hand. It had been so easy. Five years ago... In Valkyrie, Donny met a girl. Andromeda Wallace. She frustrated him to no end, but that didn't stop him from falling in love with her. And he did. He loved her. But she couldn't seem to be able to love him back. And he broke it off. He and she had both broken it off multiple times. After awhile of Liz being nuts over Kenny's death, she ended up finding out her oldest brother, heir to the master control of the sirens, had killed Kenny because of his sick incestuous obsession with Liz. She killed him that night and because Donny and Izzy and Orion and Widow decided to stay on Liz's side, all their lives were in danger. They killed Liz off, or at least made it look that way. But the Sirens still came for their vengeance. They took Izzy's life and it ruined Donny. He spent the next few weeks, drunk, and depressed and shut in, not talking to anyone. Andie was the only person he opened the door for. She stayed with him. It was because of her he even got better at all. He fell more in love with her, if that was even possible. And it seemed like things would be right with them but then, he left on an errand and caught up with the rest of the sirens who rushed him into a car to go to chicago, they didn't even give him time to say goodbye, but it was probably for the best.

------ Liz, Orion, Widow, her friend JR and another Siren by the name of Jasper and Donny all ran off to Detroit to save the life of Kenny's daughter who Liz had just remembered was there. Once there Wid and JR and Jasper broke off to get some things, Donny ran with Liz and Orion until he broke into the DS's office to see who carried out the order to kill Iz. After learning of the two guys names, he found them and without hesitation, without giving them a chance to plead, he shot them both between the eyes. He didn't blink, just gave a small satisfied smirk, before running to find Liz and Orion. That was Donny's first kill and it was a double. And while Liz had her first kill in self defense and almost killed herself from the guilt, Donny didn't feel a damn thing. But lets face it, the darkness in DOnny had been growing since he was 16 and his father left him to die. The DS promised to leave them be, as long as he didn't have to see their faces ever again. It was a success, but Wid and JR were no where to be found. Jasper went back to Valkyrie, Orion, Liz, and Kenny's daughter took off after a short goodbye and while Donny thought about going back, seeing Andie, most of him felt like he was a killer now, and it was best for him to stay away. So he did. He took off to New York City where he met up with Kale.

------ Everything was different now, Donny was more Heyward, the infamous hacker, than he had ever had been. It was like the original Donald Jeremy Davis was dead, and this happier, stronger, cockier, shell of a person was left behind. "well, you thought wrong,i don't give compliments." Donny's smirk just grew stronger as he heard the girl's words. She was a little spit fire wasn't she? He approved. He tilted his head to the side as if to think about it before nodding and speaking slowly, "I'm pretty sure it was, how is it not a compliment to say that you don't want to vomit when looking at person?" He said, arrogance strung into his tone. "don't act so professional. it's just syl." Donny nodded, "Noted." He replied calmly, "'Don't act professional', and here I was thinking you were here on business." He added, shrugging it off. At least Donny knew how not be pathetic around a girl. I swear if Kale had been in the room with them he probably would have just leaned against the wall and watched the female person fighting back drool, compliments flying out of his mouth in every direction. The thought made Donny smile. He did have a colorful best friend. "why thank you. its the nicest thing anybody had ever said to me." Donny laughed as he walked into the kitchen and raised his voice without shouting so she could still hear him, "That you don't photograph well? I doubt that's the nicest." Donny called back to her. "And if it is, you need new friends." He added in a flat, matter-of-fact tone.

------ Strong, huh? Donny reached up and grabbed a couple of scotch classes and put a couple ice cubes into each before pouring in the appropriate level of scotch. Good stuff too, he really didn't to worry about money. He did jobs for fun mostly. He had his system wired to get fractions of dollar amounts from random corporations around the US of A. He was financially set. If he wanted he could be living in a mansion like the Giovanni's but he didn't need that much. Plus, he was an independent party, didn't need too much attention from people wondering where he got the money from, not that they could prove it. The FBI hackers were a joke, even compared to Sylvia Rivers. "don't mind a bit. you're not the first stalker i've had," Donny smiled and walked back to her, handing her the drink. A girl who can drink Scotch on the rocks is a quality one, or that's what Kale told him once. Donny had never really cared what a woman drank. He might be cocky, but the one thing he would never be is petty, "Yeah well, I like to know what's going on around me." He commented. "Plus, a girl who has been all the places you have, is probably worth effort."

------ So, yeah, he had looked into her. He always did. Valkyrie had become a cest pool for criminal activity, he needed to keep track of who was around him. And not just the major corporations like the Italians and the Russians. He laughed when she mentioned the dog barking, "That would be Silver. He's my..." Oh shit, what would he call Liz, they were like family but not literally and since he had once had a crush on her when they were young teens it would be weird to call her his sister, but she was definitely more than a friend. "He's my housemate's. Liz Hughes." He wondered if she would know Liz's name. Her name became fairly well known to the criminal world when she killed Darren. Of course, the true story of her killing him in self defense was not nearly as colorful as the rumor that she had murdered her own brother in cold blood in an attempt to usurp his power as the heir to the Sirens. But whatever. "oh yes, i'm so proud. how could i not be as you stand here telling me i'm a little above average? you sure are a charmer," He smirked, he had clearly struck a cord. "Well, I certainly try to be." his tone clearly amused. He loved pissing certain people off, especially other hackers, and she was just too cute not to.

------ She was looking at her nails now. "perhaps it would be more prudent for you to think your words over a little more carefully," He shook his head, this girl was fun. Oh how he hoped to see her again. "You are just adorable when you're annoyed." He replied as if wanting to pinch her cheeks, not even acknowledging her threat. "if you're so god damn brilliant, why are you sitting here?" Donny put a look of confusion on his face and stood up straighter, looking around him as if to search for something, he then looked her in the eye. "I'm standing..." He retorted ironically. It was not easy for him to be serious lately.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; syn<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'spaceman' the killers
CLOTHES;; Here
NOTES;; love love love

[sylvia ashton rivers]

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---PHYSICALLY? SHE WAS A MESS. mentally? she was unstable. could you really blame the girl though? it wasn't like her life had been a walk in the park. her childhood had been shit, well, sort of. it was amazing how intense her memories could be if she would simply let them past the steel cold wall she'd built around her emotions. she could still smell the salty water, she could feel the sun's warmth on her face. she could, she could still hear the screaming. it was purely psychological, the rest of that memory, because at the time she really hadn't understood what was happening, it had all been a blur, the entire thing. now her mind had been corrupted by hindsight bias. how could she not have seen it coming? there wasn't much she could have done though. she and her sister had gotten a lucky break by not being in the house they'd rented at the time. they were struck by the lightning of good fortune. what a laugh, good fortune her ass. she watched herself in the reflection of her parent's blood. she watched as her brother tried to kill her. she watched as he tried to kill joey. it wasn't like liam rivers had been the oddball of the family. he was never weird or angry. he was normal... like syl and joey had been. it was a complete shock when he did what he did. syl had always been a very practical person, too. she believed in what she could see. all she saw was her brother drenched in his own family's blood and a knife in his hand. she saw him lunge at them. she saw him be convicted of murder. that was good enough for her, and quite frankly, she didn't want the rest of the story. knowing why he did it would reopen the wounds she'd healed. it was punch a brand new hole in her that she would have to spend time nourishing and consoling to be able to function again. she was okay with not knowing. as far as she was concerned, he wasn't her brother. he never had been. case closed.

it hadn't taken her nearly as long to come to terms with what happened than the average whiner who's mom died from some chronic disease. she had bottled it up, and finally let it go. it wasn't denial either, she really had let it go. it wasn't suffocating her anymore. it was a chapter in the book of her life that had been written, read, and forgotten. it didn't hurt her anymore, there was no leverage. people had thought she was insane, mentally unhealthy even. they figured she suffered from dementia. nobody that knew the rivers girls really knew what had happened in their past. most people didn't care to dig up anything about them, especially something that happened nearly a decade ago. that, and there hadn't been much released on them specifically. her parents and her brother were all over the news, but syl and joey were the dirty little secrets. the mexican police force had never really figured much out from them, that and they were slightly embarrassed to release information that they had been outsmarted by two girls in their early teens. they didn't want the responsibility for losing them, and quite frankly, they were two missing people who nobody really missed at all. there wasn't much of a connection out there between them and the liam rivers. syl liked it better that way, because if people knew they might pity her. they would remind her of it every god damn day with that melancholy look in their eyes. it would be like she was walking on hot coals without shoes on everywhere she went, always being burned or codeled to fix her blistering feet. it would have been uncomfortable. she did her best to hide any other living information about her and joey that would connect them back to that story. it wasn't a part of her anymore, she refused to let it be.

no, sylvia ashton rivers was toeing the edge of sanity, but it wasn't because of her past. it was because of her present. she liked to punish herself for things she deemed her fault, but the thing was that she refused to acknowledge that as the reason for why she acted the way she did. nothing was her fault. she was innocent. people screwed with her, not the other way around. it held a lot of truth. as much as human beings refused to admit it, they judged people. they judged them by appearances, through rumors. it was pathetic, because it showed the lack of courage or desire to know anything for its cold hard truth. wasn't like syl cared though. she was genuine enough in her lack of response to what people said about her. they could all rot in hell for all she cared, the whole lot of them. what she blamed herself for was joey. she didn't want to think about it anymore though. she didn't want it eating away at her. it made her physically sick to review how stupidly weak she was, how much this incredibly humane emotion poisoned her. it was a hot ray of sun, melting away the years of practiced icyness, wilting away the poison ivy that had wrapped itself around, filtering away the venom in her veins. she refused. she wouldn't change over this. it wasn't going to make her soft. she couldn't even remember the last time she cried. she didn't even remember crying when her parents died, she was in too much shock. she was the girl who never shed tears. she figured maybe her body was incapable of crying, her tear ducts incapable of producing the sad, salty water. it seemed plausible. she wouldn't care if she never cried throughout the course of her life. it was a sign of weakness. it meant she was broken. syl rivers was not broken. this wouldn't break her. she didn't need fixing, or a bandage. she was fine. and maybe if she kept telling herself that she would start believing it. maybe she would go back to her old self. maybe if she kept telling herself it over, and over, and over again... maybe...

maybe it would be true.

syl had her redeeming qualities though. she wasn't always such a selfish bitch. she still had things she loved, sincerely loved. bombay, india amongst them. she could still remember the dust that tanned her silky white skin. she remembered the friendly woman who would give her food simply because they loved her white blonde hair and her vibrant blue eyes. she could still feel that sun heating her face. it was where she'd started everything she loved about herself. like flying. flying had always been her one true love. hacking, yeah, she was good at it. she had a talent, and it paid the bills. it was fun, even. she'd learned how to do it in the old computer shops that had less than a multitude of customers. but flying was a whole other story. it gave her a sense of freedom she'd never had anywhere else. it was something she shared with her father, something she held dear to her heart, though she would never admit any of that word vomit out loud. she could still remember the first time she'd gone up in a plane, how it felt like she held the entire world in the palm of her hand, like she could go anywhere, do anything, be anybody. for a little girl, that was a breakthrough. her father had been a damn good pilot in the military before he'd given up his career, settled down, and joined his wife in her world of field science. he had the raw talent that they wanted, that they looked for, and he'd passed it on to his daughter. syl was good, she could fly circles around fancy fighters. sure, her plane was old and beat up, and it... it didn't have guns attached to it. that probably left her at a disadvantage, a serious one. but give her one of those shiny new jets and she would kick some ass. it wasn't something she showed off though. surprising for syl, right? not wanting to rub her conceit into the face of her opponents. but it was the one thing that was hers. she didn't want to share that, and she didn't have to.

the edgy blonde bombshell had always been better than your average neanderthal when it came to a monitor and a keyboard though. it wasn't like she was some idiot with a little knack. she had the brains. the girl had gone to oxford, and only dropped out because she felt her sister was in danger. she could go back whenever she wanted to. they'd been quite sad to see her go, really. it wasn't often that she met anybody who matched her skill, let alone surpassed it. it was somewhat unsettling to think she wasn't the absolute best. that she was promising. those were pansy words to let down your enemy easily. its what colleges said to sad seniors when they didn't get accepted, its what employers said to the people they interviewed when they didn't really want to hire them. it was insulting, but it was a bitch insult. the type melodramatic teenage girls dished out over social networking sites. this donny davis thought he was something else. no, it was more than that. he didn't think it, he knew it. in the file of her brain, burried beneath everything else she deemed more important, labeled "things you will never admit to yourself", syl knew it too. it wasn't like she'd gotten complaints from her clients before. when she did it was usually because they were idiots and got caught doing something stupid like visiting their relatives or using their old driver's license. it wasn't because her work was faulty. she was good at what she did. she got the job done. she got paid well. she knew it. clientele knew it. but now here was some kid who had probably been bullied in school and grown up to be the badass who could suck your bank account dry if he felt like it trying to kick her off her high horse. well syl had never really gotten off her horse before. she wasn't teased or bullied when she was a kid. people fawned over her. her parents loved her. she had a pretty fantastic life until her brother went psycho on them all. what had she ever been trying to prove? nothing. that gave her an upperhand, because she'd always been better. she would always be better. plain and simple.

donny smirked, she could hear it in his stupid voice. it was the sort of thing that made her want to drop kick a newborn baby off the empire state building. "trust me," she said coolly, looking back at him with a seductive sneer, "you're not really my type." she shrugged, looking around. yeah right, syl rivers didn't have a type. her type was "extremely picky." she'd always been good at wrapping men around her finger, she had a talent for it. it wasn't often that she was rejected, and if she knew she was going after some bastard who was loyal to his wife, she wouldn't pursue it. she was, like i said, practical. he blabbered on about this being a business trip and she promptly ignored him. she didn't much care for this arrogant asshole, really. he was really getting under her skin, and that fact alone was pissing her off. why was he bothering her so badly? she folded her arms tightly across her chest, glaring at the wall before composing herself again. he made his sarcastic little remarks, and she actually thought about her friends. she only really had one... and he wasn't very complimentary. huh. maybe she did need some friend that would boost her up. ha, that was funny. she liked arguing. that would be boring to have somebody around she could walk all over. she'd consider them a minion more than a friend, "you need some friends in general," she called back dryly. she never saw him out on the town. maybe he was the one who needed to give his social life a little cpr. that or she was just too drunk to notice or care if they ever had crossed paths. that was pretty likely in itself. she could hear him getting the drinks out, which attracted her to the kitchen like a hobo to a hot pocket. she loved her alcohol so much it was starting to get rather annoying. maybe she should go to rehab or something. her silvery eyes glued to the glass as he handed it to her. she drank it while he spoke, barely caring what he was saynig. it was probably better to just not care, then she didn't seem stupid when it bugged the bejesus out of her. her eyes flashed a little bit, and she glared at him, "stop talking like an infatuated teenager girl, your cute words are going to induce my vomit all over your pretty shoes," she scowled. worth his effort her ass.

this guy made her uncomfortable. he was so... human. she wasn't used to associating with people who interacted so well with other people. it was totally foreign to her. she wasn't used to this palling around. her and jamie were so dysfunctional when they were... doing whatever it was they did together. the only other person she'd ever spent a ton of time with was joey, and they knew each other inside and out and never really had these issues to sort out. they never irritated each other. by now, if it were in another situation, she probably would have punched donny and left. too bad she didn't know him better, or she could. "silver," she said flatly. she was kidding about the dog thing, and this was just a little overkill. he hesitated before informing her of who's it was. she laughed a little. so uh, he lived with two women? shame the house wasn't cleaner. the name liz hughes sounded familiar. she was sure if she gave enough of a damn it would come back to her, but she really didn't give a flying rat's ass. "kinky threesomes," she muttered snarkily, looking out the window. oh this guy was a frikken weirdo, wasn't he? she finished off her drink, playing it off like she didn't hear his little retorts. they weren't clever enough for her to bother analyzing them anyway. finally he said the a-word. that was the word you didn't use unless talking about a baby's big head or a kitten. "adorable?" she looked at him in disbelief, pretending to help back her vomit, "god you're a soft one, aren't you?" she laughed to herself, ironic and listless. this was so... weird, for lack of a better word and then he made a smart remark about standing instead of sitting. he was so frustrating it felt like the heat of her anger should turn into lasers and melt him by flying right out of her eyes. her hand clenched up into a fist. she really wanted to hit him. "you're so incredibly... stupid." she scowled at the counter. she should just leave. right now. she needed some of that nice russian liquor she got for free as a perk of being friends with the big bar boss.

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------ I think what really made Donny hard to rile up was the fact that all his life, the girls like Syl Rivers and the big jock guys, had turned their noses up on him. Well, that added to his family and his father. He had spent the first eighteen years of his life getting ridiculed, believe me, if he had not been able to refract most of the cheap jabs, he would have been dead a long time ago. Nothing seemed to phase him anymore. Not even when he took his first kills. He doubted there was much this girl could say to him that would actually affect him unless she knew about his history. It seemed like the only way to truly piss the guy off lately was to bring up what happened with his sister and since that was not an event he enjoyed talking about or even thinking about it, it didn't happen often. You see his sister, Isabel, she was the type of person no one could dislike. She was outgoing and bubbly and yet had this mind grounded into reality which kept her from being they type of perky that drives people insane. She was funny and colorful, believed in the best of everyone. Izzy had worked in the Abducted restaurant downtown and even after changing back into her normal clothes out of her uniform, she would keep the little alien antennae. She danced whenever she felt like it, sang whenever a song came to mind and for the record, she was not that great a singer or dancer. She was artistic, a painter, talented and yeah, she may have never wanted to talk about anything serious but she was there when you needed her.

------ Isabel's death had almost destroyed the friendship he had with Liz. After all, Iz was killed because it was a punishment for Liz. Any of the group of them were going to be targets but for Iz to be taken of all people. It actually kind of made sense, Iz's death would have affected ALL of the group left alive a lot more than any of the others. At least at that time. Things were different now. They were all a lot more tightly packed. It was about them, they were a bit less paranoid about new faces but were still about the same when it came to letting people in. "you need some friends in general," Donny laughed and nodded with a shrug, "You're probably right about that." He replied amused. What? She could be right? He had girls he slept with, an ex he avoided, Widow, Liz and Orion who were very much like extensions of family at this point. His only solid friend friend was Kale, his best friend and lets face it... Kale likes to mix explosive chemicals in his underpants... he might not be around too much longer. Oh wait, he was friends with Maggie Giovanni. So that would count, but hey, more couldn't hurt, as long as they stayed the shallow kind. "stop talking like an infatuated teenager girl, your cute words are going to induce my vomit all over your pretty shoes,"

------ Donny looked down at his shoes and, while resting his weight on one leg, he angled his other foot to get a better look at the side of the shoe before looking at the girl and put a hand over his heart, "You think my shoes are pretty?" He repeated her words with a bit of a grimace, "I don't know, seem kind of bland to me." He replied, his tone a mixture of bored nonchalance and sarcasm. Donny put his heel back to the ground and looked back up at Syl and gave a sweet smile, "But hey, first my appearance was not quite hideous enough to make you puke on sight, and now my shoes are pretty? I think we're bonding." He took another drink of the scotch before shaking his head and swallowing it down, "But I think I should warn you, I consider myself married to my work, and I just wouldn't have time to get into anything serious." He added, his tone clear that he was just poking fun. There was no way this girl wanted him right now. No, from what he would guess, it was far more likely she wanted to punch him in the face which was the natural order of the world so he was alright with that.

------ Donny turned around and placed his now empty glass on the counter, pouring himself a bit more. He angled the bottle of scotch towards Syl's empty glass as she finished, a silent way of asking if she wanted any more. He smiled a bit as she called him soft. "Like a puppy." He retorted in agreement. His smirk didn't fade or falter for even a moment as she kept her cool, but when the next set of words came out of her mouth, "you're so incredibly... stupid." Donny's smirk turned into a grin. "And you are so incredibly transparent!" He returned the words to her with laughter in his voice, "I mean seriously, are you always this easy?" Donny added. This was probably the first time in the conversation his tone was not sarcastic, or even condescending even if what he said was. His tone indicated pure honesty, instead of snarky indignation. Donny felt a buzz from the phone in his pocket, he reached down and pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. Email at his business account. New Client? He ignored it for now and put the phone back away. He finished off the last of his second scotch and turned around. He reached across the sink and ran some water, rinsing the glass out before setting it in the sink. Grabbing the towel to dry off his hands, he shrugged and put up his hands in defense, showing his palms. "Well, this was fun..." He began, putting his hands back down. "But, I do have some work to get done so if that was all you needed...." He let the end of the sentence slip away to imply she was free to leave, either way, she was fun.

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---SYLVIA ASHTON RIVERS WAS PERPETUALLY ANGRY. she couldn't help it, she couldn't turn it off. it wasn't like she had to force herself into her constantly infuriated disposition. there weren't specific things that set it off. typically, insults didn't get to her, threats made her laugh. there was no pin pointed way to step on her toes or dance on her last nerves. syl was always pissed off, it didn't take anymore coaxing. she wasn't unhappy with her life. she loved herself dearly, more than most people did. she thought she was the greatest thing to ever walk in the planet. it was more like she hated every other living being that existed. humans were morons by nature, and she was up to her ears in absolute idiocy. sometimes she felt like she was drowning in it. there really wasn't any way to avoid the trivialities of the common man other than to go out of your way not to be liked by them. upon first glance, people saw syl as physically appealing. she knew she was hot, maybe not in the girl-next-door way since she was a bit of a grunge, but when she cleaned up, she cleaned up nice. once a person began talking to her, though, it usually took less than three minutes for them to decide they weren't a fan. she wasn't trying to win a miss congeniality award. if she was, she would have tried to become a miss world teenie bopper who loved vanessa carlton songs and braided shiny pink ribbons into her golden locks. that was exactly the type of thing she despised though, she was completely repulsed by it. there weren't even words to describe her extreme disliking of her own species, and so she tried every day to show the world exactly how much she was disgusted by it. it was the only way her conscience could be at ease when she socialized with the lower i.q. class. they should be thankful just to be graced by her presence. being within ten feet of her, and asking her to be somewhat friendly? friends, that was asking too much.

the petite, lanky blonde was a self proclaimed ice queen. in a way she was like king midas, except the touch of her fingertips transformed the victim into a darker version of a winter wonderland. deadly icicles hovered around every corner, waiting to pierce the heart of anything valiant. a black fog enveloped the world in an inescapable darkness, blinding the eyes of the saintly soldiers who tried in vain to prevail against it. syl's world was a shadow of happiness. another person living in her position would be miserable, invectively determined to make the little place shine again, to blow away the clouds and let the sun show through. the fact that syl rivers wasn't bothered by how damp and disgusting she made her world was twisted, sick even. people who moped about the condition of their lifestyles were normal, but syl? she embraced it, so wasn't that worse? she had never desired for some fairytale ending. redemption was a myth that she had no intentions of ever following after. many people fell from grace, spiraling out of control before hitting rock bottom, the very lowest point they had ever lived through, and yet they still managed to climb back up and fix their lives. they found god, or true love, or a purpose, and they were healed. the people who didn't typically craved the path to dreamlike happiness, but simply could not find the start of the course to pursue it. syl wasn't looking for such a path, she didn't intend to go on an odyssey to renew the way the world saw her. she wasn't going to find hope in religion, she wasn't going to give herself to the purpose of homeless children, and she sure as hell was never going to fall in love. she craved her misery, and she dove into it with open arms. she was, in her own way, happy. maybe not at the moment with joey's absence and all, but under normal circumstances, she loved her life. she wouldn't trade it for anything except for maybe the opportunity to be a world dictator.

this man though, donny davis, he'd caught her on a particularly good day. she wasn't feeling totally hostile, or at least she hadn't been before he had done her such a kindness and opened his vile little mouth. as was easily noticeable, syl wasn't exactly the girl who waltzed into somebody's house to be their best friend forever and chat about the weather over a cup of tea. she didn't do social, it wasn't her thing. people bothered her, even the ones who she deemed smart enough to converse with, but that didn't change the fact that she really was not praying for a chance to have a normal conversation with them. it was quite the contrary, actually. unless she was intoxicated, syl really had little to no interest in speaking to the average neanderthal that called himself a business man or a doctor. if they were good looking, it upped their chances, if they had business and a fat paycheck, well hey, she was willing to sit down and talk. she didn't like doing the whole dinner-date business meal, she wanted to get straight to business and get her cash. she was selfish, and she wasn't about to befriend her clients for the hell of it. most of them just figured she was some associate to the real person behind the computer. how many people expected the blonde bombshell with legs that went on for miles to be the mastermind behind her little hacking business? most people assumed she was the messenger before she even had to explain herself. the judgments really didn't faze her unless they started to get a little disrespectful, but then she would just explode on them and they would shut their traps. usually she didn't have to resort to that though. there was something about her, an aura even, that told people not to mess around with her. her lack of a sunny disposition may be the core of the vibes. sometimes she was clever and witty with her clients though, but only the good looking ones.

yeah, syl rivers was shallow. she cared about appearances - maybe not her own, but definitely about those of other people. if somebody was particularly unattractive, they were already losing points with her. she liked having a little eye candy, something to stare at when she was writing up the bill. sometimes being considered the messenger was nice, too, because then her little customers weren't opposed to sleeping with her. syl wasn't a whore, not by any means. yes, she slept around with no strings attached, but it was never random with just any random old guy walking down the street. she was knit picky about it, and they had to have excessive good looks to really convince her it might be worth her while. it wasn't just with men and her own personal pleasures that she cared about looks, though. even when she was acquainted with women she would prefer if they were somewhat good looking. she didn't want to be caught having drinks with a hideous piece of ass. then again, it wasn't like she had a whole lot of girlfriends. in fact, she didn't have any girlfriends whatsoever. there was her sister, who was out of the picture at the moment, and then her cousin remy, but she rarely ever talked to the bitch since she hadn't seen her in years. so aside from the people who shared her dna, she really didn't have too many females to go pal around with. none, actually. it made sense though, women were typically intimidated by women like syl, or a woman like syl. she didn't believe there was anybody a whole lot like her. syl was extremely rude, and estrogen-filled meatbags always took everything more personally than they ever should, so it was something of a law of nature for syl's cheery personality to not have a whole lot of fans.

"i'm always right," she muttered almost to herself, probably not even loud enough for him to hear. she was rarely wrong about her opinions on people. nobody ever changed her mind about something she was determined on believing. with philosophies like that, of course she was always right. she should open a tarot card shop or something. it wouldn't shock her if somebody like donny davis didn't have friends. he was a cocky asshole, so he probably disgusted the common public. he was the type of guy who was too smart to have friends, and to big of an ass to have people take pity on him, so the only people he ever associated with were the high class hookers he was screwing in the bathroom stalls of an expensive club. she didn't like him herself, but that probably didn't say much. she was being rather hypocritical about the whole thing anyway, though she would never admit that to herself. "yes, your shoes are lovely," she retorted with mock enthusiasm, "seems as though you spent quite a bit of time picking them out," she folded one arm across her chest, propping her other elbow on top of it and putting her index finger to the side of her chin as she pretended to have a revelation, "you're gay, aren't you?!" she exclaimed like it was the smartest thing she'd ever said. she stared at him flatly as he continued to speak. did he always talk so much? he was as big a chatterbox as a teenage girl. "it's not exactly my definition of bonding, but i guess this is about as far as you go with all the other girls too," she returned nonchalantly, a double meaning behind her words. he was already skipping to making jokes about them being in some sort of relationship, and she rolled her eyes, "what a shame. i was really starting to fall for you." the mere idea of syl rivers being in a serious relationship was comical to anybody who knew her.

donny davis was so incredibly cavalier about every little detail. nothing she said moved him in the slightest, at least not in the way she had wanted it to. nothing fazed this guy, that or he was an incredibly convincing actor. syl claimed to be the emotionless bitch, but she knew she wasn't, and so did everybody who even glanced at her. she wore her heart on her sleeve. sure, her heart was black as night and as lost as hansel and gretel. the only emotions she ever showed openly were her anger and her disgust. when people sincerely amused her, she didn't hide that either. she basically acted how she felt unless it was pathetic on her part, in which case she was a genius when it came to hiding it, but otherwise she wasn't very talented when it came to suppressing her emotions. everything she felt was icy, nonetheless, but it wasn't numb. when she wanted to hide something specific, she could manage. syl had been putting up ten foot thick concrete walls around her grey little heart for years now; it came to her at present like a natural instinct. anything that deeply, truly affected her would be hidden from the rest of the world, but the heat of passion was hardly something she could hold back.

her eyes flashed darkly as he spoke. god, she hated this guy. "i drowned a puppy once," she added casually, watching as he filled her empty glass. no, she'd never really done that, but it could have happened. she was crazy enough. maybe she had before and was just too drunk to remember. he proceeded to call her transparent and she forced a little smile, "i know, i haven't gone to one of these california tanning booths in a while. dangers of cancer and all," she shrugged, "and i'd hardly call myself easy. i'm quite picky, actually. good looks are a must," she gave him a feigned look of disgust before taking a sip from her glass. she held the liquid poison up to eye level, watching donny check his phone through it before downing the rest of it. fun. hah. he must not get out much. she shrugged, biting her lip and knitting her eyebrows together, "nope..." she narrowed her eyes, "that was all i needed, you're not worth my time." she walked past him and poured more scotch into her glass. hell yeah she was going to take it with her. she then walked toward the exit of the kitchen without so much as a goodbye before setting the glass down on the counter and turning towards him. she seemed to be contemplating something before she strode back towards him. without so much as a hint of hesitation, she took donny's face between her hands before kissing him. she let it linger before pulling away again, smirking bitterly as she stepped back and looked him and down. she turned away without another word, grabbing her glass of scotch, "definitely not worth my time," she concluded, "see you around." although she sounded quite skeptic that she planned on seeing him anywhere. without another word she made her way to the door, opened it, and walked out, not looking back once. well, that was interesting. and she had a sickening feeling that it wouldn't be the last time she saw donny davis. she down the rest of her drink before dropped the glass on the front steps of the house and making her way back to the inferno.

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