INCORRUPTIBLE CORRUPTION

[topher]

narrowing his eyes, topher threw the dart, watching it as if it was in slow motion as it raced for the dartboard. landing far enough off center it couldn't be counted as a bullseye, he threw up his hands and laughed, slapping his opponent on the back. "and that's 'good game', my friend. well played," he complimented. there were some areas where he was competitive, but gaming was not one of those areas. while some people he knew would draw a knife on someone for losing, topher was not one of those people. overall, he was a clearheaded, easygoing guy. it was only where his father was concerned that he couldn't think straight, and he hated it. his father, and his hatred toward him, was his greatness weakness, and something he'd been working to correct since he was a teenager. the last thing he wanted, however, was for that hatred to turn him into the very person he hated most.

straightening his vest and tie, he left the dartboard and headed for a dirty table near one of the windows at the front of the bar. most people who came in here kept to the shadows, so this table was probably the cleanest - and most secluded - in the whole place due to its lack of patronage. he could see the glares and whispering stances of the ruffians farther in the back, but he ignored them. he was used to these type of people, and far worse. being the lawyer for the sirens made him rather familiar with the underground way of life and its inhabitants. needless to say, the evil glares weren't going to make him shit his pants and go running home to mommy.

smiling flirtily at the waitress as she dropped off his glass of scotch, he raised the glass to her and took a sip, smiling to himself as she giggled and walked away. there was a time he would have been wondering how best to play his game so he could screw her out back of the bar, but right now, that was the last thought on his mind. not that she wasn't beautiful, and he was far from being the most innocent man when it came to lusting after a woman, but he was here for business of a sort. he'd recently been out of town, working on various jobs for the sirens, and now that he had returned, he needed to get down to the business of the deal his father had made many years before with darren junior. regrettably, his father was still enough of a pervert that he wanted to carry through with it, but topher couldn't - and wouldn't - allow him to do so. widow was so much younger than him after all. he knew fredrick was a womanizer, and a low life, but wanting a girl younger than his own child as his 'property' and who knew what else? the thought sickened him. he'd never truly told anyone how he felt about the issue, thinking it better to keep his opinions quiet on it, but he'd been working diligently behind the scenes to find some way to either talk fredrick out of it or to alter the deal.

and there was one person he knew he had to talk to.

if anyone would agree with him, it had to be widow. sure, she was a man-eater in her own way, and he had no doubts she could handle his father, but she simply shouldn't have to. admittedly, he had a blossoming crush of his own on her - that part he intended to leave out of his comments, of course - but who wouldn't? he understood his father's attraction, although he despised the man's actions. taking another drink from his scotch, he thunked the glass back down on the table and gazed out of the dirty window. patience, that's all he had to have. his father would make that fatal error eventually, and topher would be there to catch it.

NOTES kinda crappy? xP
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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #210b1d solid 30px; ] Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday. OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: royal/topher. --- WIDOW WAS TERRIFIED. MORE SO THAN USUAL. HER FATHER found a way to strike her down from beyond the grave. Widow had always had a very complicated, and for lack of a better term, fucked up, relationship with her father. Her father was someone she wanted the approval of all her life. He was Darren Hughes Jr. He was to grow up to lead the Sirens. He was an important man. He was powerful and strong. When she was growing up, as a little little kid, she had always hated her aunt liz, Liz was Wid's age. She hated Liz because her father always seemed to like Liz more than Widow. She didn't understand why at that age, all she knew was Liz was getting more attention from WIDOW's own father. It wasn't fair. Widow did everything the man said. Her father told her to bring him a beer. She asked how cold and if he wanted his glass frosted. He asked her to go grab his gun, she asked which one and if he needed her to grab his ammo. The one time she disobeyed him, it ended disastrously. She was 12. A boy around Widow's age came to be with the Sirens. He was a Richardson. His name was Jasper. Widow and the boy were instant friends. Part of her liked him because he seemed to think she was the only person in the room. But maybe that was because she was nice to him then. Yeah, Wendy "the black widow" hughes, used to be nice. She and Jasper were young kids but she liked him. Her father told her to leave him be. He wasn't raised with the sirens from birth so he wasn't good enough for her in Jr's mind. She didn't listen. She liked feeling like she had a real friend, for once in her life (she hadn't really gotten to know donny yet). She shared her first kiss with Jasper. She may have only been 13 but to this day, it remained one of the two most meaningful kisses in her life. The second happened five years ago, also with Jasper. Her dad caught them. He beat Jasper to the brink of death. The scars were still all over Jasper's back. Widow never disobeyed her father again. Ever. When her father told her to strip down and sleep with a client, she asked if he preferred school girl or princess. When her father asked her to kill a man, she asked if he preferred a dominant or submissive women in order to seduce him. Widow didn't know what was happening between Liz and her father in her teen years. Looking back, she feels like part of her knew. She had to have known. She was not that stupid. She just ignored it, she was too petty, too jealous of the attention Liz had. The affection her father seemed to have for her. She convinced herself that her father loved Liz more than her. She did not consciously recognize that the attention he gave Liz was not the attention she wanted. But when dear old dad was depressed, and "missing" widow's mother, he was drinking and Liz had done her best to disappear from his life without disappearing from the family as a whole. Widow went to her father and begged him to love her as much as he did Liz and the drunken bastard, who had never intended on touching his daughter, but after noticing the now developed breasts and how she looked like her mother, agreed to love her exactly as much as he loved Liz. He had begun to message her leg and thigh and she let him thinking it was strange it felt like he was making a move but he's my dad. But as soon as his hand reached a sensitive zone she told him to stop this wasn't what she meant. He begged her just to let him play with her a bit, how he loved her so much and how she reminded him so much of her mother who was the only woman he had ever loved and how lonely he was since god took her away from him. And like a good little girl, Widow let him. She obeyed. The next time it only escalated. She was so disgusted she needed to vomit afterwards, both times. That was the day she went from loving her father and wanting his approval, to loving her father but wanting him to die at the same time. Part of her still craved his love, she just couldn't handle him touching her anymore. After his death she found out that her father murdered her mother, she didn't die in child birth which just made her angrier and more confused. When Liz had killed him, Widow was both relieved and heartbroken. And the thing was, it was not something any of the other's seemed to understand. Donny hated Darren for what he did to Isabel, Liz hated him for what he had done to her, Orion for what he had done to Iz and Liz.... Jasper for, well, that was self explanatory. No one would understand it if Widow told them that sometimes, she missed him. Sometimes her missed her perverted, sociopathic murdering rapist of a father. Fuck she didn't even get it. Especially now. About a week ago, Widow got a call from some men who work for the now ex-senator Fredrick Anderson. Widow had remembered him from a long time ago. About nine years ago, the Senator and her father struck the deal of a life time for the sirens. He had a son too, a son who was friends with her second cousin... or Liz and Orion's Cousin. Her father's cousin. Topher, that was his name. She never disliked the guy, bit older than her, but not by much. Last she heard he was graduating Harvard Law. But why Fredrick would be contacting her, she had no idea. Apparently she was part of the deal her father made those nine years ago. She was young when the deal was man but apparently the old man had seen something he liked and was promised her when he retired and got out of the public eye. Fredrick Anderson was a strong man, he had a lot of disposable resources. She didn't know how she was going to fight this but she wasn't going to go quietly. She hadn't told the others yet. Liz, Orion, Donny, definitely not Jasper, after all he had a kid and fiance and his white picket fence to worry about now. She hadn't even told her best friend Maggie Giovanni. Widow was no longer backed by the Sirens, she was not their enemy or anything anymore but she was not going to get help on this. It was why when she had gotten a message to meet with Topher at a local dive bar, she had agreed. Maybe he could help. She didn't know why he would want to. They got along but she and him had never really been close. And he was on the Siren's payroll, last she heard. But never the less, he was the only one who knew about the deal, other than his father. Might as well see what he had to say. Or at least that was what she was thinking to herself as she walked into the bar. Her sweater was unwrapped and her undertop was rather revealing so she did get a few happy gleers from the multiple sleazy types. She barely registered it though. She was used to these types of places. She liked being looked at and knew how to kick a man's ass if he tried to force himself on her. She looked around her for a moment, scanning the place when she saw Topher Anderson's face at a table near the windows. His older age looked good on him. She walked over and pulled out the seat across from him, seating down. Wid looked across the table to him, "So, how ya been Anderson?" An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time

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[topher]

topher had a good sense of humor. he was known for making girls laugh, and making people laugh, in general, was one of his hobbies. he enjoyed bringing happiness to people, unlike his father who would enjoy nothing better than to drive everyone into the ground to get what he wanted. topher took after his mother, although he didn't know it since she had died when he was such a young age, and he had that lightheartedness his father had never understood. perhaps that was part of the reason they had never gotten along: topher reminded ole fredrick of his lost wife too much. what a shame. his other notable characteristic was his sarcasm. while it also got laughs, it had gotten him into some trouble as well, but he was too intelligent to allow stupidity to move by unnoticed. perhaps it was a character flaw of his, he didn't know. as he sat staring out of the dirty window of the bar, he thought back on one particularly bad night with his father, one of those instances when his sarcasm had warranted him bad consequences.

who could remember now what he had said to make his father hit him? he'd been extremely sarcastic as a younger man - the trait had lessened a bit with his training in the courtroom where he had to learn to control his tongue or fear being held in contempt of court - and he had surely said something that hit his father the wrong way. fredrick had only been a lowly politician then, and he hadn't been so worried with his image. he had backhanded topher so hard he'd made him black out for a moment, and stars swam in his eyes when he was able to see again. as he'd been trying to stand, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear the blackness and the tears that welled up in them, he'd seen the vase moments before it crashed into his head. it had been partially thrown, partially thrust, at him, and the ceramic had broken over his forehead with such a tremendous crash he had been sure they could hear it in china. his knees turned to jelly and he'd collapsed in a gigantic heap on the floor in the foyer of their overly-massive government-funded home.

when he awoken an hour later to one of the butlers holding an ice pack to his head and a family doctor shining lights in his eyes, topher had known as he'd never known before that night, that he hated his father. he would do anything he could to deny him what he wanted most in life, whatever that may be. while, deep down, he was sure the common blood that flowed in their veins must mean something, he couldn't find it in his heart to care for a man who could do so many evil things, and do them to his own family. unconsciously, his left hand strayed to his left eyebrow, his fingers tracing its shape that partially concealed the scar from that night. he would always live with the memory, both physically and emotionally, but he knew now he could use that anger to make himself stronger. he would allow it to weaken him no longer.

jordan had told him time and time again that he needed to control his anger if he was ever going to make any serious effort to stand up to his father. his best friend for quite a while, and the current second-in-command to the sirens, jordan was a unique individual topher just hadn't been able to resist becoming friends with. while jordan definitely had a much bloodier history than topher, topher felt like the nerdy best friend at times, and he tried to mimic his friend's confidence. he'd taken his advice, and he'd slowly been dragging himself out from beneath the dark shadow of his father for the past several years. now, he felt like his own man for the first time in quite a while, despite how closely his path was following in his father's footsteps. he could not allow their similarities to fuddle their dissimilarities. if he lost himself in that, he'd be gone forever, and he knew it.

all of his thoughts flew out the window as the door to the bar swung open, filling the dark, dank inside with a blast of bright light before the door shut and everyone was enveloped in darkness once again. there she was. widow was like a dessert to a starving man when he saw her: she wasn't what he needed, but he wanted her. no, he didn't want her like his father wanted her - he was a psychopathic pervert - he simply desired her like any man would desire a beautiful woman in his life. while there had been a time in his life when he'd been calculating the best way to get her in bed (and granted, he wasn't entirely innocent as he noticed her wardrobe and his mind went to sex as any healthy young man's mind would), he had more important matters on his mind now. besides, he had been around the sirens for long enough to know about her strange connection to jasper. he had no idea what went on between them, whether current or in the past, but it was obvious enough. when she looked at him, she may see a cute acquaintance, but he knew she couldn't see him the same way. he would just have to be content with his imagination.

"i've been well," he answered, his infectious grin immediately spreading over his face. "i think i grew a few inches too," he joked, picking on himself for how very tall he was. "who knew you didn't stop growing after you reached sixteen." with a shrug, he stood, pulled out the chair across from him and offered it to her. sure, it was a skeevy bar, but he didn't give a damn. a gentleman is a gentleman no matter the location or occasion. "i see you're a breathtaking as ever, perhaps even more so," he complimented her, gracefully whisking up her free hand and kissing the back of it with a smile. motioning to the waitress as he released her, he ordered himself another drink and pointed at widow for the girl to take her order as well before shooing the waitress away teasingly. leaning back in his chair, he crossed his right ankle over his left knee and loosened his tie around his neck. while he enjoyed dressing in ties and vests, he didn't like suffocating in them. "i assume you know why i've asked you here?"

NOTES he's such a flirty boy xD
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[wendy "widow" moira hughes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #210b1d solid 30px; ] Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday. OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: royal/topher. --- SHE HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT this. Unless something drastic happened, she knew she would refuse to go with the ex-senator but at the same time she also knew that with how powerful a man the senator was that something drastic was bound to happen. She did not want the others worrying or getting hurt for her but if she refused... what? would she just not let them get a warning? It was possible they were already starting to notice. You see, Widow had a problem with dealing. She was not good at it. As she got more and more scared, the more alone she made herself. She slept around more, with men should not have even looked at. Widow was the classic definition of a man-eater, not a slut. She was selective, but made sure she felt the guy was not better than her, she made sure they guy felt like he was damn lucky she was on top of him. Most of the guys she deemed appropriate subjects for her boredom were the types of guys who would be willing to have sex right away but like second dates or "real" first dates if they have a good time but Widow always disappeared on them. Or came back for just sex. She kept men on the hook. Usually only two or three she could play with. She didn't care if they fell for her, she never fell for them. There were a total of two men Widow truly cared about that she had, in one way or another, sexual relations with, the biggest secret of her life Jasper Richardson, and her "beneficial" partner and friend of the past five years, J.R. Corinthos. The more men on her hook, the worse of a place Widow was in, because it became stress relief not kinky boredom. It became desperation to feel wanted. Reassurance that she was beautiful, the worse she got the less she ate. She never got sickly looking, thanks to her boobs being big enough that they visually disguise it but she would get very very thin, when you began to see pelvis bone and collar bone. It was not because of a case of anorexia as much as it was just, when her mind got pre-occupied, she would forget to eat. On a good day, Widow had to remind herself, food never seemed important. Strange though, since she was in love with a chef. I digress, the point was that Widow had at least eight men on her hook, one was a professor of her's who recently got separated from his wife to be with Widow, the other's were mostly her classmates. She had too much respect for J.R. to go to him when she was such a mess. Plus, he was so depressed lately, and since she was in a fight with Maggie, she had no idea what seeing him would be like. He seemed to have his own problems. She was not doing well. But hey, like true born Siren, the girl knew how to make it ride. Unless you knew her well enough for the subtleties or notice the men, men she never brought around her house, you would not be able tell she was anything other than Widow. Many of the rogues were falling apart and not letting a soul see it. Liz was growing restless, bored and sick of pining of a man she would never be with. Orion was restless and sick of being watched like a hound by his parole officer. Donny had a whole knew side of the family he didn't think he was good enough for which was saying something because the boy had quite an ego. And there was Wid, pushing away her best friend maggie by starting a needless fight, because she was scared of a practically elderly man who happened to have access to money and power. From what Widow remembered though, Topher was something different from his father. A flirt who career wise took similar steps, Harvard, Lawyer, already corrupt and on siren payroll, etc, but something about him was not nearly sadistic as his father. 'Kind eyes' or maybe some other fluffy bullshit like that girls say. Widow gave a small amused smile as he mentioned his height and stood. She raised an eyebrow when he pulled her chair out for her. "A gentlemen's move in this place at this time?" She replied rhetorically as she sat down looked back up at him, "Good to know the shirt works." She added half kidding. "i see you're a breathtaking as ever, perhaps even more so," She laughed slightly as he kissed her hand and motioned to the waitress who came over to get the orders, "Whiskey sour." Widow said to her absentmindedly before the waitress disappeared into the background. Widow watched Topher with a small smirk as he leaned back in his chair and got comfortable. She leaned forward onto the table and nodded slightly, "Tell me, Anderson, does the prince charming act ever really work?" She asked more amused than insulting. She appreciated the small dorky efforts. Widow frowned slightly as Topher's words became a bit more serious. Oh yes, this man knew the hell she was in. "i assume you know why i've asked you here?" She swallowed hard and forced a coy smile and shrugged, leaning back a bit. "I'm assuming it has something to do with me being your step-mom to-be?" An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time

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[topher]

when it came to widow, topher always had to focus on business. if he didn't, all he could think about was how beautiful she was or how unattainable she was for him. it would drive him crazy, and he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. and that was just poor business for him. so, he focused on his job instead of turning widow into his obsession like so many men had done before him. when she mentioned her shirt working to make her beautiful, he merely smiled, being familiar with her confidence even if they had never been close before. she had a right to be confident about how she looked and dressed: she did a good job of it. and it only reminded him yet again how he was only the lawyer who was going to help her get out from under his own father's perverted deal: he was nothing more in her eyes. the thought should have depressed him - and to a certain degreee, it did - but he'd decided to move past it. widow had one of those epic loves with another man, and it wasn't him.

"sometimes..." he replied, looking up at her out of the tops of his eyes and smiling an amused smile. shrugging his shoulders, he continued, "okay, not that often, but that doesn't mean i'll change it. i used to be one of those douchebags who treated women like dirt," he briefly glanced over her beautiful face before redirecting his attention to the waitress as she returned, "but i got over myself." he sat patiently, tapping the tips of his fingers silently on his own glass as widow accepted her drink. her answer to his more serious question brought his attention back to the situation at hand and he nodded with a wry smile.

"you gotta love an old man with a thing for younger women," he retored sarcastically, mostly to himself but loud enough for her to hear it. he would never approve of his father bartering who had, then, been a young girl, for what he wanted. he'd always been corrupt and dirty, but topher hadn't known how very much until he'd learned of widow's situation. coming back to himself, he blinked and looked over at her with a small, apologetic smile. "although he's no longer a senator, i know fredrick would love nothing less than to be exposed for the things he's done. unfortunately, exposing him in this particular matter would only bring down the wrath of the authorities on the sirens also. obviously, that wouldn't work well for either of us. so, i have another plan."

he took another long draught from his drink before he continued. his idea was a rough one, but it was still hard for him to propose. it had a very personal center that revolved around him, and although it would do good in the long run, it would bring his own messy childhood out in the open. the thought wasn't something he relished, but he had no other ideas. this had to end. if he had to be the minor casualty in the war, then so be it. staring down at his glass as he explained, he kept his eyes trained on the golden liquid within so he could speak without faltering.

"when i was a child, my father had multiple women in and out of the house at all times. he would also drink to excess, get angry, and take it all out on me. it pretty much lasted until i went off to college. of course, none of the papers or reporters ever got wind of it because he threatened me into silent submission. however..." at this point, after finishing his word vomit, he looked up at her and there was a pain in his eyes that hadn't shown before. "i think it's time they knew about it, don't you?" leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip before going on. "if it came out, it would lose him favor in the eyes of the public, and i'm sure we both know how very much that means to him. if nothing else, it would hopefully give us the bargaining power we need to cut off the deal he made for you before he has the chance to come collect." maybe the idea sucked - as he suggested it, it sounded stupid coming out of his mouth when it had sounded good in his head - but at least it was something. that was more than they'd had in the past, and with his father coming ever closer to sealing the deal, they needed something. perhaps, if they threatened fredrick, telling him they would expose him, he would come to his bargaining point and they could get rid of the deal altogether. they needed that one shot.

NOTES i got a great idea for this, i'll pm you about it xD
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