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Post by delilah on Nov 11, 2011 14:35:02 GMT -6
  ----She had grown into a beautiful, young woman over the years. Unfortunately, for all of her beauty and brains, she was throwing her life away, just as she had been doing since a rather, young age. Even now, she reeked of her latest lay. He had worn far too much cologne, and it made up for what he lacked down under but overall, the activity had suited its purpose. Certainly, she seemed haunted and her features were rather pale but beyond that, the stress she felt was gone, which was a miniature bonus in itself. Still, there was always one person she couldn't get of off of her mind and that person was none other than her older sister, Liz. She hadn't seen her since her early teens, and she felt partially responsible.
----Right now, she was just wandering around and trying to figure out whether or not she should take up her source on his information. Of course, eventually, the urge to see her sister won out of the uncertainty. Putting on the bravest face she could muster, she walked toward the house in the shaks, keeping her face hidden behind a curtain of brunette hair. Her electrifying, hazel gaze seemed distant, which was rather unusual, considering she prided herself on her alertness. She arrived at the door and realized numbly that it was officially too late to go back. "Liz?" She called out quietly, her voice cracking slightly as she knocked tentatively on the door.
----Would her sister even remember her after all the time that had passed? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run, to forget about the potential risk that she was taking. At the same time, she also wanted to repair that which she felt was broken. Would she be forgiven, or would she be turned away? She forced the thoughts from her mind. No, Delilah Miriam Hughes did not run.
----If anything, she stood tall and proud to face her problems and more importantly to conquer her fears. This was one of those fears, the fear of being forgotten by those she considered family. Perhaps, it would be wise to just walk away. After all, by doing this, by seeking out one whom her father considered an enemy, she was directly going against him. To add salt to the proverbial, open wound, she was doing it of her own free will. Perhaps, she just wanted closure or perhaps, she wanted to have a healthy, working relationship with the woman that had taken her place in the juvenile, detention center for a month. Either way, something would come of this fated meeting.
----What would she do if Liz actually opened the door? Hell, she didn't know. "I-It's..Delilah.." God, she felt stupider than she sounded. The overwhelming urge to break down in front of that door consumed her, and she felt her self-confidence shatter, right there in front of the door that her sister lived behind. Why was this happening? Was her guilt really that great?
----Wiping her eyes gently, she tried to stop the flow of tears that was bound to start flowing. Even at a young age, she had prided herself on her strength, her ability to hide whatever it was that she felt. Her chest ached as her heart pounded against the confines of her ribcage. How could a reunion like this evoke such emotion within a woman that had done everything in her power to bury such things? While she waited for the door to open and the meeting to unfold, she leaned her slender frame against the door, closing her eyes. She was about to disobey her father and yet, she had no apparent qualms with it. She could almost say that she was perfectly fine with it.
----Perhaps, she should just hide it from her father. It wouldn't be easy, but it would be manageable. After all, she was one of the best liars in the sirens. It was her area of expertise. Sighing quietly, she tried to regain her composure before the door was opened, and she was faced with the sister that she hadn't seen for years. Many things she had learned from her father but one of the few things she had never been truly able to master was the ability to abandon all of her emotions. Sure, she could hide them, but she'd never really made a good robot.
----Now, it almost felt like everything she once knew and cherished was falling apart. She wasn't as strong as she led people to believe and even now, it was showing, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. She sighed and allowed her mind to wander. Perhaps, all she was really doing was blending in with the others, much like a chameleon. This wasn't to say that she didn't like what she did for the sirens. On the contrary, she loved what she did. She was only faltering in her resolve because she was nervous about finally seeing her sister again.
----A part of her was worried about the result. Another part of her wanted everything to go back to the way it was, to the way it was before she became an integrated part of the gang. She wanted nothing more than to return to that innocent child that she was before the corruption consumed her. She hadn't ever done anything, to date, that would damn her soul to hell, and she still had a chance to change her life around but at what price? The loss of her father's favor? A price on her head? Would she be brave enough to risk it all, just so she could be on good terms with her sister again?
----Apparently so, considering she was still planted firmly in front of the door. What would happen if her father found out? Would he hate her for the rest of her life? Would he deem her a traitor and put a hefty price on her head for any siren that caught her and/or killed her? Her stomach rolled, and her head pounded. Oh yeah, she was real brave. Well, if nothing else, she was brave enough to defy him and that alone took a little more than guts.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Nov 11, 2011 22:24:20 GMT -6
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------ It was definitely a strange thing to see, if you had known any one of the people who lived in the Siren house, save maybe Kale, if you had known them five years ago, to see them now would be quite a new experience. There they were, Donny Davis, the computer nerd who was neglected and ignored, no self esteem, Widow Hughes, the vain bitch who fucked to kill and hated herself more than anything, Orion Hughes, the soldier had been beaten into silence on the run for his life and lastly herself, Elizabeth Sirena Hughes. The girl who had once lost her best friend/brother Kenny, avenged his death by accident when trying to get herself killed. The girl who had to have her former student teacher literally pull her off the edge of a cliff. There they all were. In the living room of the house they shared together, eating chinese food take out and laughing. All of them. Doing nothing in particular, just laughing, talking, Kale finally put on a pants.
------ It wasn't that their lives were even that great now, it was just the comparison. Liz was sure they could all feel the painful stab of remembering Izzy's face was missing from the group, and yet all thankful that Kale's had joined. Kenny's old leather jacket was still on the back of the couch behind Liz. It was always with her so he would be. Just like Isabel's initials tattooed onto Donny's wrist. Perhaps it was strange, odd that Liz was taking a moment to remember in the midst of, in a way, a family dinner. What a strange notion. Even when she was on good terms with her father and the rest of the Sirens, she never remembered this. She never remembered a family dinner. One without the tension of Darren's eyes, and her father's stern voice. Liz looked down when she felt a hand on her wrist. She looked up and saw Orion, "You alright?" He asked her as Kale unbuttoned his shirt complaining about the stuffyness in the room when the rest of the group was cold if anything. Liz smiled and nodded, "Yeah." She replied without sarcasm, and she was. For the first time since she was born, she felt... alright. Not great, but alright.
------ There were definitely still problems they had to deal with. Widow was still as emotionally guarded as ever, and now that they all knew how intense things were for her before... she stilled her father, she still hated her father, she was still in love with Jasper, but she couldn't quit her lifestyle for him because now he has a kid. Kale has no problems really though. He was just Kale. Donny recently found out he was the product of the rape of a woman who so far seemed wonderfully kind, and now his other family wanted to get to know him, but cocky or not, Donny didn't want to put them in danger. They had all accepted danger was going to be a part of their lives forever. Kenny had once told Liz, when he found her fighting back angry tears caused by nightmares of Darren's attack on her, "We were born here Liz, no choice. Dying here? We might always be in danger, but all that does is free us up for the living no one else can. We have the freedom to live every day as our last."-- BOOM! Liz jumped slightly, and looked up, interrupted from her thoughts. "KALE?!" Orion shouted. Kale walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, his face slightly kissed with a scorch, "I didn't break anything!" He exclaimed his hands up in defense, his thick accent drenching the words, "I promise."
------ Liz and the rest laughed as he regained his seat in the large worn but clean maroon armchair, "What did you do?" Widow asked laughing and leaning over with a napkin to wipe soot off his cheek, "I wanted to make tea for you love, but accidentally used some of my instant powder." He stated, trying to snuggle into Widow's hand causing her to pull away and hit him in the arm lightly. Liz laughed again when she heard a knock at the door. She put her plate on the coffee table and stood up, "Orion told you not to keep your toys in the kitchen." She told him in a mock scold. Kale was a bomb expert, he had worked with the Sirens years ago, which was how he met Donny, five years ago him and Donny went trotting around the world and became even better friends than they had been before. Kale got creative. He was a genius, insane but seriously, had he worked on the side of good with his chemistry brain, he would probably have cured cancer by now. Liz walked over to the door as the group resumed conversation, she pointed down so the three legged golden retriever she had named Silver didn't follow. Liz reached over and pulled the door open to see an almost familiar face. She froze, not even saying hello as she scanned the girl's face. Her eyes widened, "Oh my god..."
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; delilah<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'secrets' one republic
CLOTHES;; Liz Widow, Kale, Donny, Orion
NOTES;; yay
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Post by delilah on Nov 11, 2011 23:14:18 GMT -6
----Perhaps, this had been a bad idea, after all. Quietly, she unzipped the suffocating jacket and allowed it to drop to the ground as she lifted her arms and turned around slowly. "I'm..not armed, sis. I-I came..because.." She faltered and fell silent, her jaw setting stubbornly. What she was about to do she would never live down in a million years. Throwing her arms around the older woman, she sank limply against her and allowed the tears to flow.
----For several moments, she was silent then she began to speak, picking her words as carefully as one could. "Fucking, bloody hell! I-I came because..I wanted to apologize and perhaps, I give enough of a shit that I wanted to make sure you were still alive.." She faltered and released her, rubbing the running mascara from her face as she sniffled quietly. "Second, you're stupid.." She hesitated, biting her lower lip as she averted her gaze. How in the hell did she explain that one?
----Then, like an atom bomb, it hit her. "I'm not saying I don't appreciate you taking the fall for me, but it was my mistake that caused the problem, and I should have payed the price for it. I didn't need you to save my ass and when papa put that hit on your head, I was devastated.." She shrugged limply and tilted her head back, gazing toward the sky. Emotions that she had tried to keep in the farthest reaches of her mind began to spill over. "I-I..was actually relieved when he listened to you and Orion..I-I mean..fuck....shit for brains got what he deserved.." There was so much she wanted to say and yet, there wasn't any way she could think to do it without kicking dirt on an already, broken relationship or rather, what she perceived to be a broken relationship.
----There was certainly something different about her. She still acted like the child she did before, but she seemed haunted, broken even. Her eyes had dark bags beneath them, no doubt from countless, restless nights. When things plagued your mind, how could you stand yourself enough to rest easily? The once, happy girl had been replaced by a shell of her former self. "Not long after you and Orion left, things...they changed." She shrugged, turning her attention momentarily back to her older sister.
----How in the hell was she supposed to explain it without seeming like a complete ass? Of course, that was assuming she didn't already sound like one. "..Eh, forget I mentioned it." Just like that, the walls were slammed back up into place, and she resumed that same mask of indifference, the same mask that had kept her partially sane. "How's..Orion? Is he alright?" Of course, there was no hiding the fact that she had been concerned about them, even with the mask in place.
----Perhaps, she was simply a fool. She had no right to come here. "If you want, I can leave. I-I..hell, I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright. You guys had me worried sick for so long, and you know how exactly how good I handle shit like this, unless you've forgotten over the years." There it was, the truth of it all, and one of the reasons why she hadn't slept in so long. Oh well, she had set the wheels into motion, and there wasn't any stopping the train once it started down the tracks.
----Again, her mind began to wander. It was the only solace she had in times of strain. Well, beyond fucking, but that wasn't an option at the moment. The sound of her heartbeat roared in her ears, and she had to wonder if her sister heard it as well. It wouldn't surprise her if she could. To think, she could have gone to college and made something of herself. Hell, she could have been out of this life almost immediately after graduation.
----Well, considering it was really the only thing she had ever known, she stuck with it. The training was simple enough, and it was free. She had always compared the training to sticking a penny in a light socket. If you did it enough, you realized that not only was it good, but you stopped. Well, you did your damnedest to stop making mistakes because such a thing meant getting caught. She had gone from greenhorn to an elite group in a matter of seven years. Of course, she also still had the favor of her father, which was probably another reason for it.
----Either way, she had made progress. One would have to applaud her for it. She had become one of the elite at a young age, and she was nearly perfect when it came to lying. If she had wanted to, she could have probably lied rather easily to her sister but alas, she simply didn't have it in her. After all, she still felt as if she owed a debt and not to mention, no matter what anybody said, she wasn't about to betray her family members, even if her father no longer harbored good feelings toward them. Kneeling down, she retrieved her coat and draped it over her arm. A small part of her, even though she wasn't ready to admit it, was beginning to grow tired of the life, and it was taking a toll on her in more ways than one.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Nov 14, 2011 1:42:01 GMT -6
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------ Liz was surprised to say the least. The truth was, she very rarely thought of her siblings other than Orion, Darren and Kenny, two of which were dead. She was lost to see her younger sister at her door way. She had grown, of course, that would be a given, Liz hadn't seen her in about six years when she was first sent to Valkyrie after her stint in juvie. Liz looked at the girl who stood at the door. Brunette, like most of the Hughes siblings, except for Kenny, the little natural blondie in Liz's life. Delilah must have been... what? nineteen now? What did this mean? Were others here? They had to be. Her father had let her and Orion go, there was no way he would give up more. Maybe they sent a team down to Valkyrie to get at least some play in the criminal playground Valkyrie, California had become.
------ Maybe her father had changed his mind about letting them go? But why on Earth would he send Delilah for a job like that. Despite having not seen her in so long, or even contacted her, Liz had been the only one not to abandon a twelve year old Delilah when she got trapped during a deal. Liz went to juvie for it but got out unscathed. Her dad sent her to Valkyrie where she met Riley and eventually got her priorities in order. Kenny probably would have been killed either way knowing Darren. Honestly, even with all the pain it had caused, Liz did not resent coming to Valkyrie, the place had let her reexamine her life. "I'm..not armed, sis. I-I came..because.." Delilah spoke to Liz defensively showing the inside of her coat to her. Liz waited for her to finish her thoughts, but before she knew it, an explosion of emotion came flowing from the girl in her late teens. "Second, you're stupid.." Liz raised an eyebrow at the girl's words but could hear her about to continue. "I didn't need you to save my ass and when papa put that hit on your head, I was devastated.."
------ Liz formed a small smile and shook her head slightly, did she honestly think... "Delilah?" Liz began cutting into the rant, "That hit had nothing to with me helping you out... and I know since you're one of us you won't understand this, but all I did was what anyone should have done. No one should have abandoned you at that god forsaken place." God how long had it taken Liz to realize how screwed up the Siren's ideas of loyalty and morality were? Oh yeah, twenty years and some of those ideals were still instilled in her. But give her time, she was working on it. Liz's mind had a hard time deciphering some of the rambling. But she did glance to the side as Orion headed to the door, "How's..Orion? Is he alright?" Liz stepped to the side and pushed the door open a bit further as Orion walked up looking lost, "I'm fine.... who are you?" He asked dully looking at the younger girl. You have to understand, Orion barely knew any of his siblings growing up. He was always too busy being a loner, or following directions. He mostly knew Marcus because when Orion was a kid, Marcus thought it would be fun to have a group of guys jump a ten year old. Orion felt like he had just met Liz when he had come to Valkyrie to take her out. Something in him wouldn't let him though. Probably because he too was not Darren's biggest fan.
------ Liz looked up at Orion and slapped him upside the head then gesturing to Delilah, "Our sister, moron?!" She said, perhaps too loud because before she knew it, Donny, Kale, and Widow scrambled to the door, startling Silver, the three legged golden retriever who jumped up, barked and then ran/hobbled to the door and pushed between Liz and Orion, "Silver, heel!" She demanded before the dog jumped up on Delilah. Silver stopped and sat directly in front of Delilah's feet wagging his tail. "Is that Delilah, you got hot!" Exclaimed Widow who was peeking through Orion's arms. Kale who was looking over Orion's shoulder nodded and looked down at Widow, "What did expect of my future wife?" Liz rolled her eyes getting frustrated. She loved these people but they drove her crazy. "OKAY! Guys, back up, living room." She demanded but Kale put on a sad face to beg but Liz lifted her arm and pointed back to the living room. Reluctantly he went back over, leaving Liz, Orion and Silver at the front with Delilah.
------ Liz shook her head and gestured for Delilah to come in. As she entered Orion eyed her, he was always more suspicious of the siblings than any other Siren. He waited for her speak again. . "If you want, I can leave. I-I..hell, I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright. You guys had me worried sick for so long, and you know how exactly how good I handle shit like this, unless you've forgotten over the years." Orion scoffed, unsure. They were all slow to trust. He held out his index finger to her, "One moment.... Liz..." He added, nodding his head to the side. Liz stepped to the side to talk to him softer, "What is going on?" Ri asked her. Liz shook her head in confusion, "No idea. She's got to have a better reason for being in Valkyrie than to see us. Maybe dear ol' dad has finally sent a troupe to Valkyrie to cash in." Orion nodded, "Yeah or maybe they're here for us" Liz shook her head for the negative this time, "No, no way, Dad would know better than to send Delilah out to take me out." Orion looked like he was about to speak again but Liz had already walked away from him and back over to Delilah. She rolled her eyes at the children in the other room who were pretending to eat their chinese. Liz looked at Delilah, "Now that you've seen us alive, why else are you in Valkyrie?"
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; delilah<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'secrets' one republic
CLOTHES;; Liz Widow, Kale, Donny, Orion
NOTES;; sorry it got delayed
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Post by delilah on Nov 14, 2011 3:10:45 GMT -6
----At the moment, she looked like a deer, trapped in headlights. She stood awkwardly in the doorway with her dark hair hiding the pale features of her face from view. With each, small movement, she was reminded of the man, whom she had just left. To be more specific, the man whose bed she had left after he had dozed off. She reeked of old spice, and she had a sickening feeling that there would be more, lasting effects after the stench faded, especially considering he had insisted on love bites. The mere thought of having the markings of another on her made her skin crawl. In truth, she hadn't ever really gotten the point of such things.
----Then again, she hadn't exactly stopped him either. "Erm..thanks.." She mumbled lamely, taking the smallest of steps away from the entrance. It was a step toward freedom, toward her not having to deal with it anymore. It was a step to a point where she could simply forget it all and return to the life she had embraced willingly then, once the invitation was given, she tentatively stepped over the threshold, quietly closing the door behind her. "Honestly.." She ventured, biting her lower lip as she averted her gaze.
----How did she explain that she had become Daddy Hughes' favorite, little girl? Her stomach rolled, and she had to resist the overwhelming urge to regurgitate whatever remained in her stomach. "After you two left, I climbed the ladder rather quickly in the sirens and gained dad's favor. I started out small in middle school then in high school, I moved onto bigger missions. I graduated in the top of my class and could have gone on to college, been long gone from this damned life." She faltered, biting her lip. The words were flowing faster than she could think to put a filter on and yet, she didn't regret a word of it.
----So far, the hard part was passing easily. "I could have made something of myself, sis. Isn't that funny? I thought so at the time but anyways, a few months after graduation, dad started making arrangements to have me transferred to what everybody nicknamed the special division. It's..full of the best sirens in the business, from what dad said. I'm a con artist, not a murderer or a backstabbing fiend." She shrugged limply and had to resist the urge to turn tail and take flight, for what felt like the hundredth time since their short encounter began.
----Again, she was silent. Well, the truth was out there, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of unease in the pit of her stomach. "Everybody was actually instructed to keep their distance so I'm actually defying daddy dearest, which isn't exactly a walk in the park." She wrinkled her nose, somehow managing to keep the wall she had built firmly in place. It wasn't necessarily easy, but she somehow managed, even if it did tear her slowly apart from the inside out. "Before this drives me mad, do you have a fresh set of clothes I could borrow?" She lifted her hand to wave her hand before her face.
----A slight smile took hold of her lips, which had once been set into a firm frown. "My latest, stress reliever seems to enjoy taking baths in old spice. It's making me queasy." She whined, pretending to gag. Really, prolonged exposure to it was making her nauseated, and it was her pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. "The dog...what's its story?" She queried with a light tilt of her head.
----In reality, the urge to run was beginning to consume her, pulling at the confines of her brain until the edges of her vision blurred. She was, perhaps, a rather balanced individual. In some situations, she was more like her father than her mother, which meant she was a mixture of ruthless, emotionless, and simply out to finish whatever had to be done, no matter what the cost. In the majority of the situations, she was an even mixture of both parents. In the very, rare case, she didn't have a single trace of her father, and this was one of those situations. Like her mother, she was vulnerable, showing that innocent, uncertain girl that she had been before she started on the path of a criminal. There was no outward sign of malicious intent and if anything, she was rather jumpy herself.
----Family members that she would have once killed to please, she now cringed away from like an abused animal. She was half-expecting one or more of them to jump the proverbial gun and rid the world of another siren. Of course, that too, was etched in every line of her face. By definition, she was quite far from ruthless criminal. Sure, she enjoyed what she did as a con artist but the fact of the matter was, she could have easily done the same work outside of the sirens. Every muscle in her body tensed, seeming to ready itself to flee, to run toward safety, back into the arms of the sirens that still held some measure of loyalty to her father. Again, she had to wonder if this had been the smartest thing she had ever done, and she came to the same conclusion.
----Definitely not. "Unlike the majority of the sirens, I have no blood on my hands, and I fully intend to keep it that way." The attempt to defend herself sounded rather pathetic, even to her own ears. What she did was white-collar, certainly nothing that had gotten anybody injured in any way, shape, or form. Well, there was always the downside that they usually lost everything or very, damned close to it. "Hell, I've never even held a weapon before. I don't reckon I'd be able to pick one up and figure out how to use it without harming myself first.' Her lips twitched upward in a half smile.
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Post by elizabeth sirena hughes on Nov 14, 2011 15:36:51 GMT -6
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------ Before Delilah even got a chance to speak, Liz could feel Orion building up and brick wall to throw at her. Orion was a difficult person. He could be polite and civil to strangers, which proved difficult to Liz and Widow, even Donny at times. Orion was one of those guys that tried to hide who he was, but it came through anyways. Anyone who met Orion now, he was so defensive but so utterly readable. His tone, his body language, the sad look in his eyes that never dwindled. He had just been broken over and over again and for some reason, while he got tough, he never was able to dull the pain like the rest of them. Liz and Donny hid behind sarcasm and humor, Widow hid behind sex. Orion refused to hide, he just didn't share.
------ Orion seemed to grow with his mother's heart. His first word was a slurred variation of the word 'bunny'. As a kid, he found bunnies adorable, what can I say? He was also slightly skinny. Not much natural muscle build up. And he was short(at least until puberty). His father and his older brothers were all build like trucks on the other hand. Average height but muscly and strong. Plus Orion was soft spoken, it made him look weak to his older siblings so naturally, he became the one they picked on, beat on, and turned into the scapegoat. It didn't matter if one of his older brothers, Darren Jr. or Marcus fucked up it was always Orion who got the belt whipped accross his back. His older brothers for the most part thought it was hysterical. His father would not have been nearly so abusive to Orion had his brothers, especially Darren and Marcus, not helped it along. They would set him up to screw up, they would trap him, trick him, lie, lock him in small places, "lose" him in enemy territory and then claim the boy ran away from them Anything to give them a giggle as their dad punished him behind his office door. As a result, Orion grew up with a natural distrust of his siblings as he grew older. He also gained those large scars of the belt against his back. They're not his only scars but they're the only one's he's uncomfortable telling where he got them.
------ By the time he was 9, he was quiet, anti-social, sarcastic and had scars all up and down his back from belt whips. He completely alienated himself from his siblings and just obeyed his father whenever he had an order as quickly and efficiently as possible. The boy became a soldier before the age of ten. That didn't mean his older brothers didn't still mess with him. The worst of them being Marcus. I know I know, it's a shocker, for this Siren, it wasn't darren jr. causing hell, that's rare. But after Orion as a kid had gotten a one up on Marcus, Marcus was even more determined to get Orion in check and had a large group of seven guys, all way older than Orion who was maybe fourteen at the time, they all jumped him. Orion was injured pretty badly. A few broken ribs and a broken arm and a large gash on his collar bone that left a bad scar. And when he was asked what happened, he lied and said it was a group of Bloods. His trust for siblings was gone. He gained respect and trust for Liz over the last six years but that was the extent of his trust really. He was okay with Widow but he didn't trust her the way he trusted Liz... and Donny but then again, Orion had once been in love with Isabel, Donny's sister who was murdered five years ago.
------ Orion had rolled his eyes and exhaled when Liz put an arm up to indicate for him to calm down and listen to her. Liz nodded to Delilah as she explained what their lovely father's plans were. Some elite team sent to Valkyrie. Liz glanced cautiously over at Orion, there were more here. "Everybody was actually instructed to keep their distance so I'm actually defying daddy dearest, which isn't exactly a walk in the park." Liz gave a small exhale of relief, she hadn't even realized she was holding her breath through out Delilah's explanations. She gave a nervous chuckle at Delilah's comment on defying "daddy." "Yeah, ya think?" She said, lacing her voice with stress relief humor, although de-stressing was not easy to do with Orion standing next to her, as tense as a sinner in church. "Before this drives me mad, do you have a fresh set of clothes I could borrow?" Liz raised an eyebrow, "Clothes?" She asked confused. "My latest, stress reliever seems to enjoy taking baths in old spice. It's making me queasy." Liz laughed slightly, "Oh... um... yeah sure. Hold on." She replied with a nod. She turned and gave Orion a look that told him to chill before she jogged up the stairs.
------ Orion looked back at Delilah, he put his hands in his pockets and just watched her, as if waiting for the attack. "The dog...what's its story?" Orion glanced down at the Golden, now lying on the floor between the two siblings. He looked back at delilah, "Liz got him from a shelter a few years ago. He had been badly beaten by his old owners, hence the missing leg. They were gonna put him down" He spoke plainly, void of tone, "She was in a bad place, guilt over Darren, whole family trying to kill her and killing probably the nicest person in the world instead. I think she saw the dog as a kindred spirit.... He's one of the group now, regardless." His tone towards Delilah was controlled but it did have an element of anger or judgement towards her as Liz came down the stairs with a pair of jeans and a basic form fit black t-shirt. Although all of liz's jeans were low rise so it might show a bit of midriff but then again, Delilah was a bit shorter so many it wouldn't on her. "Hell, I've never even held a weapon before. I don't reckon I'd be able to pick one up and figure out how to use it without harming myself first." Liz nodded, as she came in at the end of Delilah's statement, "You're lucky, Dad just handed me one when I was ten." She said with a forced smirk. She held out the clothes to Delilah, "Uh... there's a bathroom down the hall you can change in."
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; delilah<3
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'secrets' one republic
CLOTHES;; Liz Widow, Kale, Donny, Orion
NOTES;; my cat wanted to kill me because I was ignoring him for this post lol
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Post by delilah on Nov 14, 2011 19:04:59 GMT -6
----She nodded absentmindedly. "Orion..in case you've forgotten, I'm not part of the number that wanted Liz dead. If anything, I'm in debt to her. Killing her, having her killed, putting her through any form of pain, or giving information to dad aren't exactly in the list of things I planned on doing to repay her." Her jaw set stubbornly, and her lower lip quivered as she knelt down, reaching out to the dog. "Oi, you..c'mere.." She crooned, her hair hiding her face from view.
----Giving the canine a gentle pat on the head, she ruffled its ears, almost affectionately. "Take care of her, alright, pup?" She was joking, of course. When Liz came back and offered the clothes to her, she stood slowly, dusting off her pants. With a grateful smile, she took the clothes and gave her a quick hug. "Thanks." She murmured, hurrying off to the bathroom.
----She closed the door rather hastily and set the clothes on the seat of the toilet, after dropping the lid. Turning on the faucet to the sink, she splashed water on her face and groaned quietly. She rubbed her damp palms along the back of her neck and tried to relax, her muscles tensing. The crushing urge to flee still held a vice grip on her and with that in mind, she began to change, allowing her clothes to flutter to the ground, where she kicked them into a small pile. It didn't take long for her to turn off the faucet, tug on the new clothes, and gather her old clothes into her arms. After a quick breath or two, she left the bathroom with her head held high and a forced smile tugging at her lips.
----Still, she felt like a major dumb ass. "Do you have a bag I can put these in, sis?" She queried softly, keeping her gaze averted from everybody else in the room, especially Orion. At one point, she had felt nothing but respect. Now, as much as she felt fear, and didn't like it. "And..again, I'm sorry for budging in like this.." She faltered, closing her eyes.
----Now, she knew what it felt like to have such things looming tauntingly over her head. "Won't happen again. 'Sides, we all have jobs to do, yes?" Speaking about jobs, her newest one was her biggest assignment to date, and she hadn't even begun collecting intelligence for it yet. Like most of her potential victims, the fellow had deep pockets and a thing for gorgeous women. There were other things, but they hardly mattered to her. Her job was to simply con him into wiring money into an account, hope he didn't catch on until it was too late, and put up with being his trophy or rather, that's how she assumed it would go down.
----Only if she knew the truth of the matter. If she knew the truth, she would have declined it but alas, the urge to please her father and serve the sirens won out over any logic that could have kept her relatively safe. Either way, she was going to get burned, and it would be a rather nasty burn at that. Still, before a few days before it was to go down, she felt like a prisoner on death row, staring at his or her final meal before they got the needle. The only difference was that in her own way, she was saying goodbye to her siblings, a final 'I love you' (in her own way) and more importantly, the final bit of closure she had been craving since her first mission. "I'll stop by later on to give your clothes back." With that, she fell silent and stared down at her leather boots, silently dissecting them with her pale gaze.
Word Count: 627 - Tagged: Liz - Muse: "Bounce" by Bon Jovi - Outfit: Here - Notes: Worst..ever..-Murders rl drama for killing her muse- |
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