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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. there was a certain beauty in life. people lived, they died, things just worked like clockwork. ever stop and dissect a flower and look at the complexities of such a simple looking specimen? yeah it wasn't something people commonly said yes to but ekaterina novikova could answer yes to at least that question. for all the things she hated in the world, kat tended to like the complexity and routine of life. it all consisted of so much more than what humans had already learned. there was always more out there to understand. there was always more out there we were completely unaware of or even had gotten wrong. after all the theory of the earth being the center of the universe and being flat were just two commonalities that had been widely known that had been disproved over time. who was to say that there wasn't some all-knowing truth out there that people had yet to stumble on. things people had yet to learn. things that could stop all life from moving about consecutively. yeah that was some deep shit coming from a russian mobster and hitwoman. wasn't that philosophical bull supposed to be coming from a person in a lab sucking up fluids with some kind of modified turkey baster? one would imagine so. kat, well she liked to think of it this way. she liked to think that because she'd taken her fair amount of lives and has seen the glow fade from behind the whites of peoples' eyes that she had the right to judge at least where the living population was headed. was it misconstrued? probably. narcissistic? definitely. but that was kat. she tended to have an appreciation for things most people wouldn't consider possible in a, well, serial killer? mass murder? or whatever in the fuck she was. she assumed that society's definition of her in general would be something derived from the media. something that would paint her as some sick mindfuck who liked to sit in the shadows of her basement just plotting out her next victim with pinpoint accuracy and under dim lighting. well...half of that was true. kat established a kind of pinpoint accuracy in everything she did. call it OCD. call it self preservation. either way kat's meticulous personality had a way of overanalyzing everything and calculating everything down to the number of breaths it took for a person to have before their life officially ended. for some it was different. the athletes took longer to go while the big ones were the fastest. just simple mechanics to kat but it was still something that needed to be taken into account every time something happened. this wasn't a woman who went through life spontaneously. it was just a learned invention that she'd gotten from her family members, something they'd seemed to have forgotten over time along with the concept of loyalty. fucking novikovs. russians. they were brutal. you fuck with them and the blunt truth of the matter was if you kept your life you didn't keep a limb or two. if you were lucky enough to be necessary enough to be kept you still lived a miserable fucking life. like elephants, a good russian never forgets. that was part of the problem. that was part of the reason why kat was here in some podunk california town to begin with. the russians liked their loyalty, they liked things done good and quick, and well that just wasn't happening with the current crew slumming it up in this toppled town. honestly this place wasn't fit for habitation. it wasn't a suitable headquarters for the russians by far. the place was falling apart at the fucking seems. if it wasn't the death and destruction it was the looting and absolute lack of lawlessness. kat liked the distractions but when it made for a shitty working environment let's just say things got under her skin. everyone had a limit right? well kat had reached it the moment she'd stepped foot onto american soil. this place was fucked in the head. people didn't know what they wanted out of life but all they knew was that they wanted to complain about it. there were little old grannies sitting on porchfronts somewhere in the asscrack of the united states talking to themselves about the good old days back when jesus walked the earth and shaking their heads at the youths of today. politicians hated the crime rate and wanted to blame video games. everyone was accountable, except for their own shit. everyone wanted to make a difference and either save the world of be famous for doing something big and yet everyone wanted to find a way to do so without leaving the comforts of their laz-e-boy or the air conditioned confines of their mother's basement. it was times like these when kat liked to sit back and enjoy the good things in life, the complicated things overlooked or made out to be oh so simple by those who liked to sit around and do nothing but bitch. a good jog always helped clear her mind but jogging was out of the question this late at night. hell jogging around here when the streetlamps didn't even work was like begging to have to whip your gun out every time you turned onto a new street. sorry, but no. she'd take to jogging in the park in the early mornings when she beat the mothers and their screaming whelps and the other people who took to the activity as a means of outrunning some kind of hell. if she couldn't sit back and enjoy the scenery or simple complexity of it all, she would have to settle with a distraction. the inferno had gotten a lot of business with this recent local tragedy. such a shame really. err, no. kat couldn't really say that she even gave two shits about it all. she just wanted to get to valkyrie, do what she had to do in order to restore...well order, and be gone. it wasn't her place to be here anyways. she was much more comfortable back home in russia. back where her past floated around her like a black cloud and smart people fucking realized it. no one here knew what she was capable of and if she was looking for some kind of fresh fucking start then she would have been giddy but that wasn't why she was here. already a short while in and she was missing the wide-eyed looks of fear as mothers steered their children across the street. better to come head to head with oncoming traffic than one miss ekaterina olesia novikova. these dull, lifeless faces were only interested in one thing and that was getting off. the whole place reeked of sex which was humorous seeing as how the inferno was the latest family attraction what with all the homeless bunking in the floors above. who would have thought that a bar slash casino slash hotel slash all-around happy funtime land would still place host to valkyrie's nightlife. but sadly kat could easily substitute distraction for the simple joys of life so that was why she was here. the russians in the room knew her the moment they laid eyes on her but everyone else? well they'd soon learn right? there was that darned narcissism again. bad! bad narcissism. either way she was at the inferno, late at night, seated at the bar and enjoying her drink while the masses bobbed and weaved behind her. personally kat wasn't much for music. it made for a distracted environment and it just didn't suit her. but as long as the liquor was there and as long as the distraction was there kat was always game. so it was here that she sat with her back to the dance floor, her spiked black leather heels hooked over the barstool's rungs, her platinum blond hair dancing over her shoulders as she palmed a shotglass of vodka. strongest shit they had here sadly. ”’nother one.”

[/b] she said with an unamused, completely sober tone as she waited for some kind of entertainment to present itself. [/div]

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[riley delrick turner]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes kiley! or rat! xD you deicde. --- RILEY WAS AT THAT POINT IN HIS ADULT LIFE. that point being where he was getting wedding invitations from college friends every couple months. everyone was starting to grow up now that they had all since graduated and established themselves in their career. they were getting engaged to their college sweeties, getting married, and making a family together. well, riley's friends were. riley tended to do all this backwards. he already had a daughter. a daughter he had while he still put himself through college. riley still graduated and got a stable job as a high school english teacher at the very school he graduated from. he had the job, he had the kid, but he didn't have a wife, a fiancee, or a girlfriend. it wasn't like he was intentionally looking for one, but some company other than his twenty one year old brother, and his five year old daughter would be nice. tonight, jesse max was having his bachelor party. riley and jesse went way back. they went through high school together, (meeting though football,) they lost touch when riley went to ucla, but reconnect after riley transferred to valkyrie university, where jesse was going through for business. riley knew who jesse was getting married to, michelle, also had been going to vu. for the most part, everyone still lived in good ol' valkyrie. a few of jesse and riley's college friends had gotten jobs elsewhere and had come in for the party and the wedding. of course, the obvious choice of the bachelor party for men of their age was booze, girls, and gambling. so that took them straight down to the inferno where the night started at the tables. riley was never one to gamble to he barely spent anything on the games, but he was drinking and cheering with the other guys. riley played maybe a couple rounds of black jack, after losing, he just stood by the table egging his friends to keep hitting their hand. jesse had a pretty good streak going for him. with riley and the other guys being loud and slap happy, their blackjack table quickly became "that table" you see in the movies, where people would linger and crowd around and cheer when jesse won another hand. bowing out while he was ahead, one of the guys said they were taking the winnings to the strip club in the hotel. riley could probably count how many times he was in a strip club on one hand. better yet, on two fingers probably. he went once with friends, and once to bare when his other brother, reed, had a short stint bartending there. riley finished another beer and quickly got another one before following the rowdy group of guys into the dark club with neon lights. you know riley, dubbed the responsible one from birth. he wasn't a drinker, never really was. but tonight was just different. he was allowed to have a little fun. tatum was with regan tonight. the youngest turner brother was probably hanging out with carly sutton anyway, so then tatum and her little girl, lily, were playing barbies or something. however, when you saw the rare occasion when riley was drinking, he was the happiest drunk there was. making jokes and stating what was going on in front of him. before riley knew it, all the guys where sitting in nice chairs as half naked ladies swung their way around a poll in front of them. someone in their band of guys must have mentioned that this was a bachelor party because one of the strippers came over and asked in a very 'do me' tone, "who's the lucky man?" they all pointed to jesse, who was just grinning. harmless fun, that was all. as riley laughed and finished another beer, one of the guys handed him another one. as he cracked open the cap one of the strippers saddled her way over to him and settled her way into his lap. "hey there, what's your name?" greg, one of the other guys slammed his hands onto riley's shoulders, "this is golden boy, destiny," he said. riley looked up and greg, who was standing directly above him and he swore the stripper on her lap said her name was 'candy.' lies. "who name's their daughter candy?" riley asked her as greg busted out laughing. "here," greg said and handed candy a twenty. "do what you want with him." riley slunk back in the cushioned seat as candy ran her hands down his shoulders and across his chest. "i gotta go," riley stated and started getting up, beer in hand. "but your friend bought you a dance." "i'm so drunk i could play the fiddle," riley stated. "what?" she asked him. greg lingered back and said, "dude, you aren't making any sense." riley shook his head before taking another drink. "regan has a fiddle. i could borrow his and play it. right now. i'll be right back." riley turned around and started leaving the club, he dug in his pocket for his cellphone and walked out to the lobby of the hotel. he started searching for regan's number. that's when someone caught his eyes. across the way at the bar he saw her. it was coco. the mother of his child. the girl who he hadn't seen in a couple years now. riley put the phone back in his pocket and walked over to the bar. if his vision wasn't blurring he would have noticed the obvious difference between this blonde and coco, but riley plopped down in the seat next to her. "coco, where have you been? tate keeps asking about you. why are you here?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. it wasn't every day that ekaterina novikova was mistaken for someone else, more so that she was approached in this way. she was used to living back in a world where people knew who she was at all points of the day no matter where she went. she was used to people averting their eyes as she walked down the streets because bravata rumors tended to be true and she headlined many a bravata rumor. she was used to people wanting to keep away because she was a danger. she was the big bad wolf. she was the one who would come find you in the middle of the night and hunt you and your family down like dogs. hell maybe she even fed on small children, at this point people would believe just about anything they heard. aside from eating toddlers as appetizers it could be said that a lot to those rumors were true. in any definition of the word kat was what defined the term "bad people." she was dangerous through and through and there were plenty of people in her native homeland who could attest to that. kat was the star of nightmares. she was the platinum headed russian who made people disappear. it certainly made for an interesting living situation though kat had to admit that the perks weren't all that bad. she wasn't the type of person who liked to be bothered in fact she loved her solidarity and so when the rumors spread and people started leaving her alone kat couldn't have been more pleased. it was so much better walking around the streets without bumping into anyone and forcing her anger-o-meter to spike. it was so much more pleasurable to see fear in the eyes of the people whom she frequented. after all even your mass murders needed their groceries and when kat stopped in to get hers the lines cleared and she was able to walk right out. no payment or nothing from the god fearing citizens of russia. though that wasn't always the case. that tended to happen more so in the small towns then anywhere else. rumors liked to spread fast and whatnot but in a small town where people tended to be a little more fragile than in the crowded cities, people tended to just give her a wide birth as opposed to trying to treat her like someone whom they didn't know. it was also a bit of a game to kat. she enjoyed the fear that she saw in people's faced but every once in a while she liked things to change. she liked for things to surprise her. seeing as how her work didn't offer many surprises she did so much enjoy when things didn't act as characteristically as they did in most occasions. that was what made valkyrie, california a relatively interesting place to land. she was here on orders of course, probably to give the people of russia a chance to breathe, but it was like being in unfamiliar territory. it was like being on some kind of alien planet. here people didn't treat her like someone to be feared and respected. according to these people she was just a random face in the crowd. she appeared a lot more fragile than she was and that probably lead people to believe that she couldn't fend for herself the way she really could. that or people just didn't care. that was nice enough. the antics of these americans was just so...foreign. they liked to work all day to fulfill their citizenly dues and then they liked to hide away in music pulsing, laser dancing holes where you could drink away the money you'd just made as well as get your fill of some kind of company. it didn't make all that much sense to kat but then again that was why she was here. she liked the differences between her hometown and here and she liked being surprised. so far this place had accomplished just that. for example, kat certainly hadn't expected to be sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand when someone interrupted her, calling her some kind of pet name. her index finger trailed over the lip of her shot glass as she glanced over at the bartender, signaling a refill. whoever this strangely tall brunette man was, he was obviously overly intoxicated and mistaking her for someone else. kat looked him over as he seated himself down next to her. he looked innocent enough. hell innocent didn't even begin to cover it. this guy didn't look like he could hurt a fly. she eyed the jacket, jeans, sneaker combo as she tried to get a feel from him. well he reeked of liquor like he was indulging for the first time in ages which looked like a serious possibility. something about this one screamed shut in or overly responsible. she could spy something colorful hanging out of his pocket which looked like a ribbon or string or something. probably something he hadn't even realized what was there. maybe he was some kind of father figure. judging by his slurring words he'd been in that responsible role for so long that he forgot how to let lose or pace himself. either way something was amiss. whoever this guy was just didn't fit a place like this. other guys in the bar were dressed to please either in casual dressy clothes that screamed wealthy playboy or trashy, tight, skin hugging things that just screamed sleazeball. either way, the comfy-casual feel of this guy didn't fit in with this atmosphere, neither did his alcohol intake. finally the bartender appeared with another shot and kat down the firey liquid with little reaction. "you've had one to many papa bear. why don't you go find your friends so they can bring you home."

[/b] she said in her classically cold russian accent as her eyes strayed away from the shot glass and back to the out of place daddy in the seat next to her. "you know what, no. stick around. you look like you could be fun to play with."[/b] he was nowhere near the type of person kat usually associated with but then again that was the point right? the same old, same old was boring and though most people would perceive this disheveled father figure as more boring than the people kat hung out with, he was different and therefore interesting. "you don't look nearly drunk enough to me. what would you like to drink?"[/b] she said with a smirk as she looked over at him. "you're obviously drunk enough to mistake me for someone but you don't look nearly drunk enough to be fun. lemme guess, you want something plain and simple like...beer or something? or are you one of those weirdos who like the flirty little cocktails designed to make drinking fun for women. which is it."[/b] she did very well understand that he'd previously shot her a few questions that she'd yet to even answer. maybe he didn't even need to hear them. he obviously thought she was someone else and maybe he just needed to think that for a night. she changed her tactic up a little, flagging down the bartender so her new buddy could get a drink as she grabbed another shot for herself. "i'm sorry i never answered your question. i've been busy. a little too busy. i'm here because i was told to do so. why are you still here."[/b] apparently she was now going to be playing the role of whoever it was this guy was looking for to begin with. "refresh my memory would you? what's your name again?"[/b] [/div]

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[riley delrick turner]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes heehee. --- IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IRONIC IS THAT WAS COCO sitting at the bar. considering the last time riley was this drunk at the inferno, he and coco slept together and tatum happened. the strange thing was, as he sat down, he did notice that it wasn't coco, but riley was kind of hoping that it was her. was he in love? no. coco was the mother of his kid and also ended up being very good friends in the process of the pregnancy and once tatum was born. riley never expected to get along with her so well. to other people, riley and coco had had a very interesting relationship. after she told him that she was pregnant and it was his, ultra responsible riley stepped in there and took control of the situation and ultimately his future. he knew that couples like them... you know, the one night standers, the couples that normally wouldn't be in a realtionship together, usually just had the mom raise the kid and the dad was just there to write a check every week. riley was never that kind of guy. the kid was his and he wanted to be there every step of the way. if coco was to get pregnant by anyone else, riley highly doubted that she would have gotten so much support from the guy. then again, she was still in high school at the time, and the track record for high school boys stepping up like that were slim to none. riley wished he knew why coco just left. one day she was there, the next she was not. riley also wondered where she was. did she think about him and tatum daily, or were they just a chapter from her past? riley ultimately felt bad for tatum. tatum was a little girl that was at that point where she just wanted a mom. someone to play barbies with her "the right way" and dress up together, and put on make-up together for tea parties with teddy bears. tatum was definitely not getting that at home. she had riley and regan at home who tried to lure her into superhero movies on the tv versus the diseny movies with princesses that could only be awaken by a kiss. that also brought up the fact that riley hadn't had a serious relationship in the past five years. had riley gone on dates? well, yeah. but there just never really that connection he was looking for. it wasn't like he was searching for someone. his primary focus was always tatum. his daughter was his number one girl. when other women he took out found out that riley had a little girl, they'd fawn over the pictures he would proudly show off. but things, clearly, had never worked out for one reason or another. surprisingly enough, riley had never been so lucky with relationships. the turner brother really only had one failed relationship after another. and when he said 'failed,' it wasn't just breaking up by texting or over coffee. there was addison slade, who he had met in a whirlwind adventure in australia. riley proposed, and was rejected. high school friend, sarai montgomery he dated up until coco said she was pregnant. that was just riley not being the right guy because there had always been someone else. he probably wouldn't have taken it as hard if it wasn't for the pregnancy. then there was liz hughes, who he never did date, but felt strongly about. she died. life of crime, riley shouldn't be all that surprised, but that was hard. lastly, it was coco, who also was never someone he was romantically involved, but she left valkyrie. what did that tell you? when the faux coco turned and observed how drunk riley was, riley only looked at her with surprise that the blondie wasn't actually the mother of his kid. he shook his head as she said he should find his friends. "they are... with strippers." riley took another swig of his beer and watched her. his delayed senses only then noticed that she had an accent. russian, no doubt. "heyyy, i got an accent, too," he said, swinging his beer like he was doing a jig and only then enunciating his long faded irish accent. the russian girl told him he could stay because he looked like he'd be fun. she then said he wasn't drunk enough. funny for him, he knew he was drunk. he already didn't remember how the hell he got from the strip club to the bar. he stared down his beer, which there was probably only a fourth of it left. riley crinkled his nose as she asked if he liked cocktails. "i'm not a pansy... no offense," he smoothed over and looked around the bar in case people were overhearing him. he tapped his chin for a moment. "beer. any kind. at this point, it's all tasting the same." he was given another in addition to the rest of the one he already had. riley had never been a drinker. but during his freshmen year at ucla, his friends were determined to get him drunk and made riley play 'edward fortyhands' one night at a party where they duck-taped two forties of beers to his hands and wouldn't cut them free until he drank every last drop. it was a long night without the use of his hands. when the blonde answered a question that clearly riley had asked before, he was suddenly all confused again. "why am i still here? i've been raising our daughter. you know... the little blonde tyke you gave birth to?" riley shook his head and faced towards the bar again and took another drink. then, riley felt stupid again. it's was like he knew the blonde next to him wasn't coco, but his mind was so damn fogged up. she asked what his name was. "riley. and i need another drink," he demanded, and took a long gulp of the beer he was given no more than two minutes ago. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. kat was always thinking. it was something she was just really really good at. kat was always the person that you wanted to ask advice from about how to handle a situation but she was always the person you were afraid of when doing so. she was like a temperamental caged animal. sometimes she was kinder than she appeared and could do anything you wanted her to do for you or would give you anything you asked her to do and sometimes she'd bite your fucking head off before you had a moment to even speak. kat was famous for her crazy temperament. and no before you get all sexist she did not reserve biting off heads for a certain week out of the month. it all just depended on her mood. kat's mood was always quick to change, so much so it made people's heads spin. she could be worlds nicer to one person than she was to another, she could make grown men cry with her tactics, etc. kat was a bit of a loose canon of sorts and she enjoyed it thoroughly. though she liked to just lop people's heads off before they got an opportunity to speak, kat was never without some sort of amusement. she was the twisted kind of mind who would be pissed off enough to straight up kill someone with little or no justification and end up in a fit of laughter over the face they'd made in their death or just how fortunate their family would be that whoever she killed wasn't coming back. it wasn't like she just offed innocent people on the street. though she was equally feared by normal citizens walking the cold streets of moscow as she was by members of the russian underground, kat didn't get pleasure in killing lots of innocent people. she left that to religion-driven madmen who bought the bombs she procured. she left that to the bastards with a grudge who liked to just shoot up an entire main street simply because it was rumored the dickhead who banged their woman was walking on it. she cared without caring, she loved without loving, and she hut with little to no remorse for life while looking out for others in the process. oh yeah, she was an enigma for sure. kat didn't know just why this drunk man was interesting to her. he was clearly out of his element and didn't have a clue what he was doing but that certainly didn't seem to be stopping him in the slightest. kat had a feeling that the man drunkingly swaying before her had no idea who the hell she was. either that or he did and he had a death wish. after all wasn't it that just about everyone she ever came into contact with was six feet under or had a toe in their grave? "and you don't like strippers?"

[/b] kat said with a smirk. the man had to be smoking something. what red-blooded american male didn't like some half-naked woman grinding all over their lap? from what kat had heard about generalizations regarding americans, they were prone to sex and sleaze more so than any other 'brand' of people out there. was this one just missing that kind of caveman-like chromosome in his dna? maybe he was gay. or hell maybe he was just too drunk or shy to care. he certainly wasn't appearing shy to her though talking to a person and flirting with a person were two very different things and this riley guy had yet to attempt to turn on the charm. she chuckled as he started droning on about something and sounding like he was faking an accent. "yeah you sure do."[/b] she shook her head and downed her next shot. too bad they never seemed to take real effect anymore. that was three straight shots of vodka in a short amount of time and she was still sober.

"no offense taken."[/b] she said with a snicker as he wrinkled his nose. the man obviously hadn't taken note of what it was she was drinking. she wasn't pounding back shots of aqua here. she nodded to the bartender as he whipped out a random brand of beer, popped open the lid and sent it on over. "don't be shy with those tonight alright?"[/b] she said in short, cold syllables. the bartender nodded and eyed her as he walked away. that was more like it. she was after all in russian headquarters disguised as a hotel and casino. the normal folks of the city probably felt like the place was dirtier than it appeared but honestly she couldn't imagine any of the people on the dance floor behind her gave two shits about any of that. as long as they had their music, their lights, their alcohol, and their warm bodies to writhe against, kat couldn't imagine any of those people caring. this was a good cover. it had the kat seal of approval. speaking of a good cover. father of the year didn't seem so bad for that role. maybe there was something developing here that kat hadn't quite planned on. either way it was the perfect opportunity to jump on it right? "doesn't matter does it? it's not as though you drink for the taste."[/b] kat said as riley's beer arrived and she slid it just a little closer to him, the closer proximity being a subconscious hint for him to drink them faster. slowly but surely a plan was coming together in her head. get him abysmally drunk, take him home, have that awkward moment in the morning with the daughter and see how the rest of it all panned out. it was sounding better by the minute. besides, when she wanted to be she could be good with kids and if everything he was saying was true, he would make the perfect cover.

nothing like a joe normal to cover up the fact that she was a contract killer right? they exploited it in movies all the time but fact of the matter was that those exaggerations were often based on truth. people had done it before and they would do it again, so why couldn't she. she looked over at riley as he began talking about his daughter, obviously his and not theirs because though she was playing the role of whoever it was he'd actually wanted her to be, she wasn't actually a mother. in all honesty she probably never would be and kat was fine with that. she could deal with kids but actually bringing one into the world felt so hypocritical. how many children had she stolen away from parents? how many parents had she stolen away from kids? far too many to ever really make a difference by raising her own. besides, even though kat didn't believe in karmic balance, it did still feel like she was tempting fate even with the idea of it all. there was no way in hell. "oh right of course."[/b] kat said with a nod, hamming it up like she was the woman riley believed her to be. "tatum right?"[/b] she had a good memory. "how is my baby doing?"[/b] if she did believe in karma the lightning would have struck her down with that whopper. she'd have to be sure that she got him blackout drunk tonight because she sure as hell didn't want him remembering her playing along or thoroughly enjoying his drunken mishaps. as if on cue riley asked for another beer. jesus this couldn't be easier could it? "that's the spirit. let's get you another one then shall we?"[/b] she said as she turned to pay attention to the bartender. she leaned over the counter, better for whispering. "a beer with a whiskey shot and a shot of water, keep them coming and charge me like it's vodka. pocket the difference, i don't care. just do it."[/b] the bartender nodded and grabbed the drinks, giving riley a glass of beer instead with a whiskey shooter to drop inside the glass. kat did the honors for him and handed him the glass, her hand "accidentally" sliding over his as she traded the glass off to him. "drink up sailor!"[/b] she said with a smile as she grabbed her shot of "vodka" and downed it.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes heehee. ---RILEY LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER. he was wondering when his friends would realize that he took off. he wondered if the stripper, whose name he already forgot, had gone to one of his friends complaining about their crazy, drunk friend. or maybe one of them saw him taking off out of the club. riley was one of those friends that could be hopelessly poked fun at, so he would be missed. they'd notice... eventually that he was gone. for all he knew, he had only been gone five minutes. he shrugged when the woman asked him if he didn't like strippers. "i don't know... i'm just not like that i guess." he was the responsible one, he was the logical one, he was the golden boy, dammit. when you're always trying to set a good example, he just didn't get into that stuff. if you wanted to order strippers, well, that was reed's job. maybe riley was just too nice. or maybe he was just stupid. in some weird way, he did miss coco. they never had any romantic feelings for each other, they were just good friends when it came down to it that happened to have a kid together. but on the flip side, he also hated her for leaving tatum. he had no idea how this was affecting his five year old's head. being raised without a mother could cause problems in the future. riley was a good dad, he was, but he was also terribly hopeless when it came to single parenting. he had a feeling if they ended up having a boy, it would be easy, but a girl... a girl was a thousand times harder. the only closest to a mother figure she did have was his mother, rachel. it was hard because he always tried to make sure tate was wearing something cute, he bought her whatever he could. he knew too much about barbies and tea parties because he would always play those things with her just so she had someone to play with. riley could tell you what happened in one of the princess movies they had more than he could tell you the outcome of the game the night before. he was just trying so hard to make sure tatum felt love, he just wished he could see into the future to see if he was doing anything right. when coco left them, he was twenty five and put solely in charge of a three year old. it had been tough, especially since he was starting his second year teaching at the academy. at least he had a stable job. though, teaching english wasn't exactly a walk in the park, especially when he had to grade so many papers, essays, and homework. when it all came down to it, he was hoping that tatum was happy right now. beer in hand, he stared in front of him. the logic still clinging on to his consciousness told him to stop, however, he was just too upset now to stop. "how is my baby doing?" he glanced over at the blonde woman, who just kept looking more and more like coco the more he stared at her. "she misses her mother," he said simply. tatum never outright said that, but every couple months, riley got the question of where coco went. every time, his answer changed, but he knew the day would come when tatum was just too stubborn and old enough to demand what really happened. he dreaded it, because how do you tell a little girl that her mother left? "i can't keep lying to her," he murmured more to himself than to her. the faux coco said something to the bartender, but he couldn't exactly process what she was saying, but the beer was given to her and he noticed her dropping a shot in his beer. "this seems like a terrible idea," he stated as she handed him the drink. if he wasn't so drunk, he would have noticed that she brushed her hands against his. he watched as she downed her own shot and he still dumbly looked at his.he took a small drink and could immediately taste the hard liquor. "you know... the last time i was here this drunk... i got a girl pregnant," probably not the best choice of words to tell the woman that looked like coco. riley shook his head and took another drink. "what i meant to say was, did you want to see a picture of her?" yeah, that was a smooth enough cover. riley nodded as he stood slightly to reach into his back pocket. he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. it was the first picture you saw when it opened. it was only one of those small pocket pictures, but there was tatum, by herself outside in his parents' yard, smiling like a goon in the sun. he looked back at the woman, a moment of clarity in his head revealed that she wasn't coco. "so, what's your name?" he asked her, taking another long drink from his beer and whiskey. he discovered that the more he distracted himself, he didn't pay attention to the vile taste. "do you have any kids?" he asked. though, by the looked he would probably bet on the fact that she didn't. "i have one." yeah, this was the point when maybe his friends should magically find him and pull him away. "i don't have a girlfriend though," he said, not really saying it as a way let her know he was single, but just saying it because it was the next thing that popped into his head. "i've just been trying to focus on tate, you know? do you have a girlfriend?" he asked, unknowingly using the wrong gender with her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. people wouldn't expect much less of ekaterina novikova. here she was sitting in a bar, letting a man flirt with her who clearly had no idea who she was or kept mistaking her for someone else. here she was thinking of him, and his child that she'd never met, as a good cover and thinking that they were a family that she needed to get closer too. all of it was a cookie cutter classic kat action. at least the people in russia would think so. it wasn't as if she gave a shit what other people thought of her because she was a far cry from one of those insecure little twits who needed to feel loved in order to feel some sense of self worth. no, kat was a completely different animal. she was the type of person who didn't care about what other people had to say, and russian individuals had a lot to say when it wasn't to her face and when she didn't have a gun pointed at their head. kat was cold-hearted and cruel and she loved to use something most beloved when she was threatening you. it was just the kind of gal she was. if you had a prized horse barn with all your money invested in it? she'd burn your barn down and frame you so that it appeared to be arson and you never got your insurance payoff. have a child in boarding school whom you love dearly but had sent them away for a better education, a better life, and all that mushy bullshit? kat would frame the child with drugs get them kicked out and make the rest of both of your lives a living hell. the people who tried to screw over ekaterina novikova didn't last very long. they either were put out of their misery and put to death or they were stripped of everything they knew and loved. because that was the way kat liked to operate. if there was something worth doing, kat would make sure it got done, and people quickly learned that she was not one to be fucked with. ekaterina novikova didn't just go after you when making even with a vendetta. she used anything and everything you cared about o get even with you, even for the smallest of things. it was why when she attacked she usually went for the family or the things that meant the most. she always struck at the opponents prized possessions before she hit home. all in all she wasn't a nice person. she wasn't the type to bring home to mother because you found a "good russian girl" or anything like that. she was cold-hearted and she was mean and there wasn't many instances when she did something nice as opposed to something she should do. take for instance the massacre. that had to be the time when she'd done the last nice thing. she'd killed all of her family members except for one, saving her younger sister and telling her to beat feet before the russian mob could catch up with her. why do something nice for svet? well because she'd been innocent. svet hadn't had anything to do with the business up until that night and honestly kat had never even taken her into consideration when she'd been told to off her family. she hadn't thought that svet would even be there and when she had been, well it hadn't changed much about the outcome of that nice but it had changed something in kat. no longer could she be the blind servant to the russian mob like they wanted her to be. she couldn't go killing someone she knew was innocent and had absolutely no ties to the situation, aka no reason to die. it just didn't sit right. anyone and everyone else that she'd been asked to kill kat knew were enemies. she knew that they had aligned with someone they hadn't or they were getting in the way of the bravata's success. svet? she was a young, doe-eyed kid who had lived in a family of conspirators but had never, in any way, done the conspiring herself. that in kat's mind put up the red flag. she couldn't kill someone who didn't deserve it, so she didn't. of course killing all of svet's family hadn't helped lessen the trauma any. there was still that memory that kat couldn't wipe clean. kat never wanted her sister to live in any delusions. she didn't want svet thinking of her as some saint. she really wasn't. kat was a fucked up human being and nothing was going to change that, but at the same time she wanted her to know that she hadn't killed her because she hadn't deserved it. what more was there to say? kat couldn't think of any other way around it. it wasn't as if svet understood. she'd lashed out at kat enough times to imply that she never understood any of it. but one good deed didn't make a good human being and kat was clearly not a good human being. here she was pressing to get a joe regular drunk so she could take him home and use him as a cover. no good human being would see some normal guy in a bar having a good time with some friends and instead see someone to use as a shield for her operations, someone she had no intention of getting close to, but would fake it all the same. someone with a daughter she could very well influence or scar for life...or worse. "well then maybe you shouldn't lie to her skippy." kat said over the din of the club. "sometimes a kid just needs to hear the god's honest truth. aka 'you had a mother once but she couldn't handle being your mother so she left. it's for the better because she would have been a shitty mother in the first place.' or, you know, something along those lines if not a little cleaned up." he seemed a little hesitant to the drinking but kat didn't immediately react. she let him take his time and let the liquor sponge his mind of all the 'what if's' in his life until he dumbly took a drink if not only out of habit. and surely enough a minute or so later he was drinking as she'd planned. "oh you did, did you?" she said with a chuckle. "yeah don't go expecting a replay of that night." she whispered under her breath. "yeah i would. show me that little...tater tot." she was fishing, trying to get him to drink more so she could take him back and this night could be over already. she looked over at the picture...cute kid. she wasn't regretting this though. she needed a cover and she had her sights set on this motherless family because it was an easy role she could insert herself into. it would happen by god. she was a little taken aback by his moment of clarity but she hid it with a small smirk. "katerina." she said as she watched him tip back the glass just as she'd predicted before. "no kids for me unfortunately." she tacked on the last word as if she was regretful of the fact she didn't have any kids. honestly...that wasn't the case. kat was pretty damn sure she'd be a miserable mother. "a girlfriend? nope. don't have one of those." kat played concerned for a moment, rubbing her hand along his back. "hey baby you're looking a little green. you wanna get going or something? get you back home to your little girl?" 1,282, outfit, TAG: OPEN.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes rustyyy ---RILEY THOUGHT that maybe he should call regan. tell him... something. oh, yes, he'd ask how tatum was. riley glanced down at the watch on his watch to see what time it was, but he really couldn't tell because the hands on the watch felt like it was moving. however, it seemed like maybe it was well past his daughter's bedtime, but he just wanted to make sure regan put her to bed when riley told him to. tate had become very persuasive with her uncles recently, so it was only a preview of what the three turner brothers would probably be dealing with for the rest of their lives. riley could burrily see it now, tatum at thriteen, tatum at sixteen, tatum at eighteen. if she was to inherit any traits from coco, riley hoped she wouldn't be acting like coco did at her age. he hoped that she would be smart. a well-rounded, responsible girl that was a lot like riley when he was a teenager. of course she was an only child and when riley was five, he already was around reed. he felt a little empty at the thought of being doomed to be a single parent forever. tatum made him more than happy, but he could only imagine how easier it must be if she was being raised with parents around all the time. and even riley, he didn't even know what a long-term relationship was. he hadn't been in one since before tatum was born. riley liked kids. he wanted more, but he just couldn't meet the right one yet. blondie next to him was telling him to just lay the truth on tatum. he shook his head slowly. "i can't lie to her. i can't break her little heart. if you met her, you'd understand," he told her. to tell tatum that her mother was probably never going to come back was just too much. riley couldn't do that to her. "i just don't get it. would you leave your daughter? would you just up and leave without saying goodbye?" riley wasn't a fan of where the conversation was headed because he really wasn't that honest about the coco situation with anyone, even if brothers. reed liked to be as blunt as possible when asking about anything coco, and riley never really wanted to get into it. everyone knew the truth, even riley deep down, he just didn't want to admit it. if they talked about, coco really was never going to come back. riley dipped his head a bit, concentrating his gaze on his lap. he wasn't going to get upset. he knew in the deepest part of his mind, the soberness was telling him that he was sitting next to a beautiful woman and he should stop laying his problems into her because she probably couldn't care less about his problems. riley was beaming when he showed his drinking buddy a picture of tatum. he loved showing her off even when she was a spitfire in public and always spoke her mind, even if it wouldn't be appropriate at the time. blondie finally told him her real name. "katerina," he repeated. "sounds russian." even though he already knew she wasn't american just by the way she was talking to him. even his name wasn't exactly the most american. she then answered his question and told him that she did not have kids. "that's a shame," he said, "but wait, how old are you?" he asked her and frowned in her direction. the last thing he needed was another coco-gate on his hands. this was already eerily similar to the night when he was crying to coco about things he really couldn't reveal involving liz hughes and the murder of darren jr. and then boom, sex happened, and not long after that she was pregnant. riley felt her hand on his back. she mentioned that he was looking a little green and that he should go with her. "back to my house? but... my daughter's there. she can't see me like this." he was slightly confused and making little sense. before he stood up, he had to finish up his beer and whiskey. "what if my friends can't find me and think i'm being raped?" he asked her and stood up, at his height of six feet and four inches. yeah, he was going to be getting raped all right. he saluted the bartender and the rest of the patrons before walking slowly back towards where he staggered in at. he looked back at katerina as she followed him out. "what way to me house?" he asked her. "i live here," he said and pointed towards the ground. he meant to say like, he lived in valkyrie, but to anyone watching the drunken fool, it looked like he "lived" in the very spot he was standing. "ugh," he said and put a hand on his face. "i think i need to lay down." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. this wasn't exactly kat's cup of tea either. she wasn't used to this sort of thing where she wasn't immediately perceived to be something she wasn't. honestly, it wasn't that bad. it was like a blank slate and to some people that wouldn't be too bad. for kat there was a slight uneasiness to the whole thing. the upside to the blank slate was that it was, let me guess, a blank slate. she could do anything she wanted to do. she could be anything she wanted to be. she could be a horseback balancing, feather dress wearing, circus performer and no one would be the wiser until they asked her to get up on a horse and show them a thing or two. to be able to go out her front door and not have anyone scream and run away for fear of losing their life was in a way of relief. lord knows that the screamers got ridiculously annoying after a while and it was hard to keep a low profile when everyone knew who you were and what you were capable of. on the other hand, having people fear you so much that they crossed the street simply to put some distance between you was a power katerina liked to revel in. she had always loved having the ability to strike fear into the hearts of russians everywhere and she did so simply because of her reputation for being such a cold, hearted bitch. she honestly didn't mind in most cases. she had always been used to being seen as such. even her family, before she'd offed them all in one fell swoop, had noticed that she had an icy cold edge to her that most other people couldn't compare to. she had always hungered for that kind of power over people and it was quite intoxicated. to know that you scared the crap out of people so badly that they wanted nothing more than to get away from you was a very powerful tool that katerina had exploited a time or two. she liked it. of course that only meant that she couldn't have many people close to her. having the kind of power that came from being an ice queen with a killing streak only meant that no one was real with you if they ever stuck around long enough in the first place. for the longest time it hadn't bothered kat because she figured there wasn't a speck of humanity left in her but honestly that wasn't really the case. after all, she'd let her sister live. and lord only knew why she did in the first place. even if you'd asked her why she decided to let svetty live, kat couldn't tell you. she had simply looked over at her sister, coated in the blood of her family members, and judged her. after all that day kat had been the judge, jury and executioner so why couldn't she judge the people as she put a bullet through her head. it had been fun for the most part. she had stared down at her father with a bullet through his lung, watching him gasp for air with his eyes wild in fear, his body working only on instinct and adrenaline at that point. her family's frantic screams sounded in the abandoned church as kat had already locked and barricaded every door. she'd taken her time with her family and hunted them down one by one but she'd loved hovered over their bodies and prattling off a list of what they had done that had lead to this point. her uncle's had been the longest, the traitorous bastard, but it had been her father's that she had most enjoyed. after all he had been the sheep that had started it all. had he not been so desperate to walk in his brother's footsteps and had he not looking up to him as much as he had and had he not been so greedy for someone else's money and power then she never would have had to do what she'd done. and she let him know that as he wheezed in his last breath before she put a mercy bullet through his skull. she had been kind in a sense. with the exception of her family running around the church like chicken with their heads cut off, fear running thicker through their veins than blood, she had made their deaths quite quick. most had gone quickly. her aunt, her mother, her cousins, all caught a quick bullet. they felt no pain and their lights were snuffed out as quickly as one could hope to be snuffed when death was on their doorsteps. the only people who deserved the slow deaths were the ringleaders. her uncle had taken the longest, just as she'd planned. she'd shot him up pretty well too. a shot to the foot to slow him down, a shot to the should for target practice, a shot to the stomach so that he could taste the bile she constantly tasted looking at his stupid, insignificant, thieving form. in the end his body had rivaled swiss cheese and still he'd lived up until the very moment that kat had wrapped her claws around his neck and finished him off. her sister had been the only exception. in a sense kat wished she could wipe the memories from her sister's mind but she knew that if svetlana did not remember everything that she wouldn't think twice about following in their families footsteps and what kat had done had been all about prevention. she meant to prevent anything from ever happening to the verrens again because they were her true bosses, her true family. of course kat sought nothing from them. she wanted no more than to be the good little soldier she was supposed to be, the person she'd proved herself to be over and over and over again. it was part of the reason she was here tonight. she needed a cover. she needed a real living, breathing person to use to her heart's content for the sake of the verrens and this drunken lush to her side was just the key. couldn't have worked out more perfectly even. "i can't say whether i would or not. i do not have a child. i do know, however, that i would do what i knew was right. if she was safer off without me i think i would go." kat said with a shrug. it probably wasn't the answer this riley guy was looking for but it was the most truth she'd ever said tonight. he probably wouldn't remember it anyways at the rate he was pounding back the alcohol. "it is russian. very russian." she said as she looked over at him. "i'm twenty-three." he started to let his mind wander back to his kid and suddenly this wasn't looking so easy. "what if i promised i could get you home without your little tater tot knowing? i'm a master of stealth." his little rape speech made her stumble a little. weird. "your dignity will remain intact." she promised with a slight roll of her eyes. this was going to be interesting to say the least. kat slid her head under his arm, a feeble attempt at support seeing as how he towered over her small frame. "let's go big boy." she said as she helped him out to the parking lot. "point to your car." she said, having to give him a little tap on the cheek to make sure he was conscious enough to pick the right one. once they picked out his car and she fished out his keys to make sure he was correct, kat opened up the back door and laid him out, moving the car seat to the floor. "you. lay here." she caught sight of a gps device in the front and breathed a sigh of relief. the night was starting to get easier. she'd used the gps device to direct her to "home" marked on the screen after having to thumb through five million parks that were bookmarked. by the time she'd pulled into the driveway and tried the door, success, there had been light snoring coming from the back seat. "oh for the love of christ" she muttered in russian as she opened up the back door and tugged him to his feet, again slapping him in the face just to get him awake enough to walk into the house and to his bedroom. as promised she'd kept things quiet and no one had been the wiser. she'd also kept him upright and made sure he didn't break, or hell even touch, a damn thing. once he'd flopped over in the bed, unconscious, kat let her mind wander. she pulled the covers out from under him and pulled off his clothes, leaving him in just a pair of boxers and thankful that he even wore that. in his sleeping, mostly nude form she took a good look at him. aside from the drool he was handsome and if this line about his kid was true then he was the perfect cover. heck she even let her fingers slide over his body appreciatively before she covered him up and went off to explore. first thing she sought out was the child's room which wasn't hard to distinguish as she walked down the hall. the pink light floating from the cracked door was a dead giveaway. quietly she walked into the room and checked out the scene, stepping over toys on the floor so as not to make a sound. a little head of brunette waves splayed over the pillow just as riley had said. good. she surveyed the room. no pictures of a mother but plenty of her and riley at different sights. cute. but cute really didn't register. she left the child's room and surveyed a little more until she was familiar with the place and once she was satisfied she went back to the main bedroom, slipped off everything but her lingerie, and slid into bed beside riley, slipping an arm around her just to be safe. if he didn't die of alcohol poisoning he would wake up this way in the morning, shocked to hell of course. 1723, outfit, TAG: RAT.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes inspired me to reply right away ---IT WAS PROBABLY BEST that no one was taping this. the embarrassment of the way he was acting was humiliating.he was stumbling, he was mumbling, and he was unsure what day of the week it was. did he have to go into school tomorrow? that would be embarrassing going into work hungover. he taught high schoolers. they knew what was up. what if he was fired? what if he was still drunk when he woke up? what time was it? "...if she was safer off without me i think i would go." riley crinkled his nose. but coco never put her in any danger. "i'm twenty-three." riley hung his head. "coco's twenty three, now." coco was probably soaking up the rays in brazil or some more tropical location. not bothered by the fact that her daughter was here in california... growing up... without her. then katerina told him that she could get him home without tatum even knowing about it. as if she didn't already see, he was loud and clumsy when he was drunk. she could get him past tatum's room to her own. "ok... let's do this thing." he felt her close into him, pulling his arm around her shoulder though he wondered how much support she was really giving him since he had several inches on her. she led him through the busy lobby of the hotel and led him out to the parking lot past the bright and blinding lights of the casino. she asked him to point her to his car and after a few silences seconds of riley squinting through the sea of car he pointed to a silver one. "that... is my silver beauty," he said with slurred confidence. they wandered over to it and kat must have gotten his keys out because the back door was opened and he was crawling the best he could to lay across the backseat. the car was quiet as kat started to drive. he wasn't sure how she knew where he lived but he couldn't form a thought to ask her. he just laid on his back and stared at the passing street laps momentarily lighting the car up before fading away. it was kind of soothing and must have caused him to go to sleep because he was waken up when kat started pulling him out of the car. he could have sworn she was slapping him a little bit to keep him awake. why? he just wanted to go back to sleep. even the front lawn of the apartment building looked inviting. she should just drop him off here. it was fine. someone would find him in the morning. maybe even if he was lucky, regan would. or maybe not. he can see regan throwing water on him. yeah, maybe it was best he find his bed. he did notice that his apartment was all still when they entered, meaning his brother and tatum were both asleep. he vaguely thought of this a good thing. all the way back to his room she took him, he was about to tell her she was a good guesser his bedroom was in the back. he heard the door shut behind them. he was too drunk to even think of anything happening and he fell onto his bed with a flop, and then he was out. he should have told her he would have been fine and she could just leave, or riley just should have been a little more conscious to say thanks to the pretty stranger. he didn't know that this stranger of his stripped him almost naked and decide to wander around his home and peaking in at tatum sleeping. nor was he aware that she came back to his room, got undressed herself and hopped into bed right next to him. for riley turner, this was certainly a first for him. but hey, at least she was legal. the next morning, riley took in a deep breath and wanted to groan at the light filtering through his window. riley's arm traveled up bare skin, brushing over some lace. subconsciously, he smiled and pulled the warm body next to him closer toward his chest and told himself he'd just get up in a few minutes and start making breakfast. wait a second. someone was sleeping next to him? his eyes popped open so fast he jerked away from the woman sleeping next to him and hopped right out of bed, clumsily pulling sheets with him. "what the-" he started and stopped when he noticed she was only wearing lingerie and he was only wearing boxers. "fuck?" he finished, his mouth gaping open. he could slightly remember talking to her last night at the bar. he was there last night for a friend's bachelor party and he ended up going to a bar where he had more to drink with... "katerina?" he asked. that's right. russian. she said she was russian. she also said she was twenty three. oh yeah, he remember that piece of vital information. what was the last thing he remembered? she said he looked green. did he get sick last night? oh yeah, riley was concerned about puking when katerina was laying half-naked in his bed. he was about to ask a very dumb question. "um... you and i... uh. hm. did we have sex?" he finally got out and looked across his room to the various articles of clothing that were on the floor. there was also a good chance tatum would wake up and come flying in his room to wake him up also. he looked at the door. well, at least it was shut for now. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. katerina knew that people didn't necessarily go out and end up coming home like this and she was pretty sure the same could be said for the golden boy she was dragging through his front door. he seemed like a stand up kind of guy who did everything right and hardly ever stepped a toe out of place. he seemed like he was the type that stuck specifically to the speed limit because it was the law and he was afraid of coming face to face with police or setting a bad example for his daughter. this was a straight up good guy that she was getting herself mixed up in and that made him the absolute perfect cover. she'd kept up on her promise to make sure she didn't wake up anyone and it was true that there were people she didn't want waking up. she'd noticed a sleeping...teenager? on the couch and she certainly didn't want to start explaining things right away. she needed riley to be caught in a comparable position before she had enough leverage to make him her cover. somehow she had to make this all work out. he was like an angel. it was like he was sent to her with a bright neon sign that screamed "use me shamelessly. i'm perfect." and she had to agree. this guy was like the perfect slice of pie or whatever it was americans believed to be totally and completely perfect for a situation. she had to have him and no one was going to start telling her no any time soon. but she'd done as she'd promised and gotten him inside without so much as a whimper of disturbance from either the child's room or the couch and she'd been so stealthy that she'd been able to get everything done without waking a soul. riley had been stripped down to his pride and she'd been able to scope out his place without so much as anyone turning over in their beds, be them makeshift or real. "utter perfection" she tought to herself as she made her way back down the hall, taking off her clothing and throwing them and riley's clothes around the room like they'd been taken off in one hot, drunken rush to jump one another's bones. she wasn't going to actually sleep with him but she was going to make it damn convincing. hopefully he wasn't the type to, in his shame, simply kick out whoever he managed to find in his bed. she had to judge this right and she was really hoping that she'd picked the right sap for the job. he was after all just a cover. this was never a man who was going to mean a thing more than dog crap stuck to the bottom of a person's shoe and would remain as such until the day she stopped needing him. that was the hope at least. she'd barely slept a wink all night and not because she couldn't, but because it was vital that he not wake up int he middle of the night and jump into this whole thing before it was time. things had to be timed perfectly. the child had to be up, the father had to wake and see what had happened. there was a plan at work here and things had to go swimmingly. but as the sun's rays had begun to peek into the windows, kat knew she'd accomplished what she'd set out to do. if only the big lug would wakt the hell up. as the sun filtered in brighter and brighter, kat began to feel his restlessness as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her body into his. moments later he was upright, completely void of the bed and kat rubbed her eyes, turning over onto her back to look up at his bare, standing form. "oh you remembered? you were so drunk last night i wasn't sure you were going to remember a thing." she said with a light smile, lightly pouring on the charm. this girl he'd picked up after all wasn't a cold hearted bitch. she had been nice enough to make sure he got home and was significantly "tucked in." she brushed her fingers through her bleach blond hair as riley spoke, pausing mid stroke and looking up at him with a hurt expression. "it's a shame that's what you forgot. you were amazing last night, so attentive and all about my pleasure. it was...mm it was wonderful." she pushed the sheets away, still feigning a hint of hurt as she bent over to grab her things which she'd strewn across the room the night before, gently brushing past him to pick up her pants. "i guess you just want me gone right?" she said with a slight pinch of her eyebrows in an upward position, playing the "mildly hurt but i'm a big girl so i can take it" routine to a tee. "i understand." she said and no sooner did her words cut off but the door to riley's room began to open. 851, outfit, TAG: RAT.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes inspired me to reply right away --- RILEY WAS FROZEN, HE WAS HUNG OVER, and somehow he was still trying to wrap his head around what he woke up to. of course, katerina was very very pretty. he didn't want to admit it, but it was the first girl he brought home in probably ever. well, in this fashion. surprisingly enough, riley wasn't the type to do a one night stand even if he did do that with both coco and liz, but bringing girls home like that wasn't his style. since tatum was born, riley did date. not really regularly, but he had girlfriends here and there and they'd come over to the apartment and sometimes spend the night, but taking a girl home he met at a bar? that was more reed. yeah, his younger brother would sure get a kick out of this one. one of riley's shining moments for sure. due to the fact that one nighters weren't really him, he also wasn't the type to just send her on her way like an ass. then again, he didn't really know what to do without being awkward. and he barely remembered last night so he was lucky he even remembered her name. riley just kept thinking, 'don't be an ass, don't be an ass, don't be an ass.' he was just completely dumbstruck as he stood there in his boxers staring at katerina who was slowly getting out of bed in nothing but her underwear. "yeah, i remember bits and pieces," he said. "i'm really sorry," he told her mainly because he couldn't remember much. it was the bachelor party. they had been at a strip club in the inferno hotel and somewhere in there he ended up at a bar. and clearly somehow katerina and him ended up at his place, in his bed. was his car outside or did they take a cab? was he acting like a frat boy still in college? probably, he would guess. all sloppy and sleepy and... drunk. oh, god. what was wrong with him? "it's a shame that's what you forgot. you were amazing last night, so attentive and all about my pleasure. it was...mm it was wonderful." riley cleared his throat. oh, yeah. the worst feeling to have is not remember what happened. "yeah, well the last time a girl said that to me, she ended up pregnant so..." riley shook his head, "ah, shit. pretend i didn't say that. i mean... i'm sure you were very satisfying... too." again, riley shook his head. "jesus. i wasn't this awkward last night, was i? maybe a little more... smoother?" he gave a nervous laugh and ran a hand through his messy hair. katerina got up out of his bed and started to gather her things. "i guess you just want me gone right? i understand." she pushed past him and he frowned. "hey, wait, wait," he said and moved around to face her. "look i'm not really-" he started to say right as the door started to open. shit. it was either one or the other, but god help him if it was tate. "riley?" riley made a rather sweeping motion across the room until he took the door handle and adjusted the door until it only was big enough for his frame. it was regan. "hey, uh... what's up?" he could see his brother's eyes look past him. clearly spotting the woman he had with him in his room. regan just smirked and looked at riley. "didn't here you come in last night." really? his brother didn't hear the two of them come in last night? "i'm uh... here." riley watched as regan nodded to him nodded to katerina behind him, and then said he had to go to work before taking off. riley slowly shut the door behind him and turned back to kat. he pointed at the door. "my brother." he pulled a shirt off the floor and pulled it over his head. "ok look, you can see that i'm not very used to this kind of stuff. and i think you are very very pretty and i'd like to get to know you sober. so with that being said, would you like to join me for breakfast?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. just by the impression she'd gotten from riley upon first meeting him, kat knew that he wasn't a man to turn down a good, innocent woman. though kat really wasn't much of a good, innocent woman, riley didn't know that. he didn't know what she was capable of or what she had done in the past. he didn't know about the fear she instilled in people and that was a good thing. because if he had known he would have run away from her screaming like a little girl. of course riley didn't seem like the type to pull off a scene from most comedy flicks, but for the sake of his own kid he wouldn't knowingly mess with her had he known what people in her home town knew. the only people kat had ever come in contact with who knew what she was capable of were thrill seekers and men with a death wish. hell she couldn't even just restrict that to just men. there were a few crazy women out there who had tried to get her to swing her way unsuccessfully...for them. to kat it was just one more death threat and white-out face she had to deal with. though that was part of the fun part. kat had always really loved scaring the pants off people but when they tried to tempt her like poking a rabid dog in a wooden crate, well it just pissed her off to no end. she liked striking fear into the hearts of people who knew of her legacy but that didn't mean that she liked to be taunted about it. basically if you couldn't fear her like the rest of the population then she could give you a reason to fear. she'd catch you when you weren't expecting it or grab you by the back of the head and crack your face into the table, bar, or any other surrounding surface. the best part about it was that people feared her so much that no one ever called the cops on her. who really wanted to answer to that? it wasn't like most of the cops were in her pocket or anything...yeah. one nighters were pretty much the only sexual meetings in her repertoire and that only happened when kat felt like it. absolutely no one, no one, could influence her to get her into bed. the only time she ever pursued anything was when she was attracted to power or she just felt like relieving some stress. you see there was a reason why she hadn't actually made this chance meeting with riley a reality, because right now in this moment, or more like in the evening before, she hadn't felt that kind of desire. this was all about gaining that cover and playing her cards right so that he ate out of the palm of her hand and she was working it. he was apologizing left and right and stumbling over his words and he obviously hadn't realized that they hadn't actually been together so he had been drunk enough for her to accomplish her goals. if she ever liked a blackout drunk more it was right now. he was making her job so damn easy it was almost cruel. this bordered along the lines of such immoral acts as taking candy from a baby. he was just too easy to dupe. the worst part was that she was actually starting to feel badly about picking him to be her cover. he was almost too nice. he seemed a good, upstanding kind of person and she was all kinds of wrong for him but riley was being more than fair and had done everything he could to mask her as his brother came walking into the bedroom. kat ducked behind riley slightly not out of modesty, but out of this character she'd taken on. after all no really good girl would want to be seen mostly naked by the brother of a one night stand and not to mention a total stranger. or at least that was the assumption here. "you were wonderful last night. a few drunken slurs but lucky for you i can understand just about anything. i came from russian after all." she mildly joked. she had played the unwanted woman card to a tee and riley had eaten it up like candy, all of a sudden changing his tune and fumbling for his words. it really was endearing. maybe tricking him wouldn't be so bad. after all at least she could pretend around someone she could stand right? because lord knew that had he been the annoying type that she would have wanted to put a bullet in his head and this effort at finding a cover would just be miserable. at least around riley she could have a little fun. she quirked her head to the side, allowing a small smile to cross her lips as he invited her to stay for breakfast. "thank you. that's very sweet. i'd love to." she popped up onto her tip toes and gave him a little peck on the lips before she leaned back to her normal height and slid her clothes back on. she raked her fingers through her hair and gave her locks a little jostle before she let riley lead the way out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen where she spotted a little mini-human seated at the kitchen table, her mouth full of...breakfast mush. kat couldn't quite tell what it was. maybe pancakes. "you must be tatum." kat said with a smile. she didn't approach the child because she didn't want to overplay her hand but she made her very best attempt at being warm and giving the little girl a smile. "your daddy told me lots about you. you're even prettier in person." 975, outfit, TAG: RAT.

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[riley delrick turner]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #125059 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE FOR SO MUCH MORE The Lyrics: 'meant to live' switchfoot The Outfit: here Tagged kat The Notes inspired me to reply right away --- RILEY WONDERED IF HE WOULD BE ACTING this goofy if he remembered having sex with her last night. yeah... probably. but would he of shooed her out like she thought he would? the guilt would hang on riley a lot more than it was now, that was for sure. why he was feeling guilty about this was a mystery to him. ever since tatum had been born, riley was so selfless. he put tatum in front of everything. even moreso since coco left the picture. he just wanted to give tatum everything she wanted. and in the process, riley let go a lot of his own hobbies. it was either grading high school english papers or taking and picking tatum up from school or ballet class or a birthday party. he had a childhood, he wanted to give tatum a perfect one. it actually took a lot for some of his friends to convince him to go out last night. eventually he did after regan told him he needed to get out more. but now everyone could see what happened when riley had one night to himself. he brought home a girl he bet at a bar. how cliche. he had mornings of shock like this before. once with liz, and once with coco. however, none of those mornings did he have a five year old sleeping in the next room. maybe riley was overreacting, but he was expecting something like a woman staying over night if he was seeing her for several weeks rather than several minutes. he gave kat a small grin when she told him that he was wonderful and besides some drunken slurs, she could understand him, being russian and all. riley scratched the back of his head. yeah, he could relate. apparently, if you're from ireland, you're a speed-talker. when his family moved to california all those years ago, the first few months had been hard because he and his brothers talked very fast and had to slow down their words quite a lot since all their new friends knew they were speaking english but couldn't catch what they were saying. this just prompted riley to speak more american and attempt to lose the accent. it had worked for the most part since now, unless you were really listening, riley mostly just sounded like a regular california guy. however, his brothers both learned getting girls was a hell of a lot more easier in the states. girls just fawned over them, and of course reed and regan had eaten it up. when riley invited kat to breakfast, he really was genuine about it. i mean, sure, he probably did act more like a fool than she was letting on, but he really did want to get to know her. riley knew he might be asking the same questions he asked last night, but she would understand. clearly between the two of them, she was more with it than he. kat said that she would love to join him for breakfast and popped up on her tip toes to plant a small kiss on his lips. it was quick and small, but if he was a sixteen year old girl, he probably would have blushed. he knew that they must have been kissing last night, but since he didn't remember it, it was like all this was new to him. she slipped back into her clothes and followed him out the door. riley didn't really know what to expect when he'd go out to the small kitchen, but he should have guessed tatum would be up by now. she was sitting at the counter, chowing down on pancakes that regan probably made her before he left. "how long have you been up, tate?" riley asked. he looked over at the counter and noticed regan left some pancake batter by the stove. "awhile. uncle regan said not to dis- disturb you." she shoveled more pancakes into her mouth and riley watched as her gaze turned to kat. riley wondered how tate would take this. riley fired up the stove again. and kat started talking to her. he wasn't surprised kat knew her name. he could only imagine how much he talked about tatum last night. riley looked at tatum and thankfully, she broke out into a smile. "thanks. you're very pretty too. i like your necklace." tatum pointed at the clunky pink pearls that hung from kat's neck. well hey, this wasn't as awkward as riley thought it would be. he poured a circle into the pan. "your hair's like mine. blonde. my mommy used to have blonde hair, but she's not here anymore. right, daddy?" riley looked at tatum, then at kat. if he was talking about tatum last night, he was confident he told kat about coco. "uh... right. oh, hey, tate, this is my friend, kat. she's... uh... from russia." riley flipped a pancake onto another side. "where's russia? is that why you talk funny? created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ekaterina olesia novikova]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/290r8gj.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » ANTIFOCUS ARTISTRY. this needed to work. kat wasn't about to admit it but she liked this guy and she knew that there was probably no one better in the world to act as a cover than this man, his kid, and the apparent loving family that came along with it. it really was perfect. she play a nicer version of herself, insert herself into the position of loving girlfriend and possible new mother and the rest of the world would fall into place. he didn't seem like the type to be overly judgmental nor did he seem all too paranoid. she would probably be able to go off for hours on end at "work" and he would be none the wiser as long as she came back at a decent hour and didn't look like a hot mess upon return. it all seemed perfect, so much so that kat wondered if it was all some big set up. it just seemed too easy. she had been in the bar sitting around, debating what her next move would be and how she needed to go about doing so and he had just come up to her in a completely drunken state and the thought had just hit her. it was like it was something she was supposed to have thought up. it was like he had weaseled his way into her head to drop hints as to what she should think of him and how to go about using him to her benefit. of course she wasn't assuming he was some telepathic...whatever or anything like that. it just seemed like he exuded "chump" and "cover" so well that it was the only thing she saw when it came to him. it was likely that she was over thinking things because it was simply too perfect but that was the beauty of ekaterina novikova, she had the ability to appear completely genuine or normal and yet under the surface be completely skeptical, wary, or judgmental. take your pick. just like a feline on the prowl she could appear cavalier and as though she was looking in one direction and in the blink of an eye be on you and sinking her teeth into your neck. it was just her nature to be critical of everything and that wasn't about to slow now that she had found her prey. like now when she calculated a smile to appear on her lips a few moments after he smiled at her. it was all just too perfect but she didn't care. she was going to milk this for everything it was worth and that meant being the realistically nice person riley had hoped to accidentally take home. of course if he'd really let the facts sink in it couldn't make sense. what actually nice girl would go home with a guy she'd just met and "sleep" with him? it seemed like something that would come from a woman a little more badass, but then again she really hadn't given him a lot to think back on. she'd been pretty nice when he'd asked her questions in the bar and she'd been the "nice" girl that had brought him home and, whoops, just happened to end up in his bed. it was all good, harmless fun and since he had a history of knocking up women in drunken one-night stands, kat had a feeling he would at least stick around 'til her next period which gave her a little more than 3 weeks to woo and otherwise make him hers. not a problem. this was going to be in the bag and done in a week, most. she already had her first in. she had been invited to breakfast. she slipped back into her clothes and tried to make it look like she hadn't been rolling around the bed with him in case the brother was still out there but as she'd walked out behind him kat saw no sign of the brother who had seen her half naked and was most likely off to tell the greater downtown area about it. kat wasn't a mind reader but that brother had seemed all too excited that another human being had been in his room. kat had to guess that it had been a long time since anyone had stumbled onto that situation with riley involved and if there was concerned family around, they were bound to learn about what had happened soon, if they didn't know already. the one unknown in this whole situation was tatum. kat had never been a whiz with kids and in a lot of cases they could see right through her bullshit so she had wondered for a moment if things wouldn't go as well with this little kid. if it had kat would have found a way to rebound but luckily enough for her tate hadn't seemed to pick up on anything and she probably wouldn't have cared in the slightest. she seemed like a chatty kid and maybe that was going to help kat out in the long run. "thank you." kat said with a smile, her fingers brushing across the strand of pearls. "well i'm sure your mommy had a good reason for going somewhere. besides, she knew she could trust your daddy to keep you healthy and safe and happy." she looked over at riley and smiled. "russia is on the other side of the world. we all talk funny. like we've got to spit or something." she said, hoping to get a giggle out of the kid. 927, outfit, TAG: RILEY.

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