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[yvette romaine tucker]

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LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: yay! and thought i would combined both locations we thought of xD --- YVETTE tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she sat alone at a table for two in one of the restaurants in the inferno. she casually crossed her legs as she waited for one of her only contacts in the crime underworld. though she wanted to remain invisible to everyone, to be a con woman, she did need some assistance in certain areas that made her assumed identities believable. and since the professions of all of her contacts participated in highly illegal activity, there was that mutual respect where she knew her secret was safe with them and vice versa. speaking of, jason was late, as she noticed when she glanced down at her watch around her wrist. jason had always been her go-to guy when it came to forging documents. passports, birth certificates, you name it. he was one that traveled across the united states since he had clients everywhere. she would have gotten all of this squared away weeks ago, but jason told her that he wouldn't be in california for a few weeks, so she told him what she wanted, and he said he would get them in order. he wanted to meet at the inferno hotel. yvette was surprised he wanted to meet at a place that had cameras everywhere, but he always knew what he was doing, so she trusted him. it was during the lunch hour right now, so the restaurant was pretty busy. one of the attractive waiters came back to her table, "still waiting for your friend?" she smiled up at him. "yeah, he told me he was just running a little late. traffic," she lied. the man nodded, "oh yeah, it's pretty heavy in the afternoon. i'll just come back when he gets here." yvette smiled and looked back down at the table. she had a phone but it wasn't like she could pull it out and network with people. the only valuable numbers she had in her current phone was hugo's, her latest target, and her brother owen's, who told her he was in minnesota a few days ago. though what they did with their lives was very different, owen and yvette never could stay in one state for very long. owen was the only one she was truly close to that knew what she did. a hand touched her shoulder, and when she looked up, jason was sitting into the chair opposite hers. "sorry i'm late, darling." despite being a harden criminal, jason was actually quite kind and she was glad her uncle josh introduced him to her. josh had told her if she ever needed documents, jason was the guy to go to. he was probably around ten years older than her, though his baby face made him look younger. "i wasn't waiting long," she said. barely a beat later, the waiter reappeared and asked what they wanted to start out with. jason just said they'd have some wine, looking at the wine menu briefly before telling the waiter what they would have, once he walked away jason picked the conversation up again. "so, valkyrie. not surprised you made your way over here. this place is infested with people like us." yvette nodded. "so i've heard. i have to ask though, why here?" she asked him, in reference to the hotel. jason leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the polished design of the place. "i've been here to valkyrie many times, one of my favorite cities. here, i'm not jason. i'm evan. i come here to gamble." well, she couldn't be too surprised with as many clients jason had, he was probably rolling in the cash. yvette hadn't spent time here at the inferno since her arrival. she didn't see a big reason to because she wasn't staying here. she was living in an apartment several blocks from here. the waiter brought them wine and jason shooed him away rapidly, meaning he wanted to get down to business. "so, you're chloe carpenter this time around. reeling in a big fish are you?" yvette only smiled, thinking of hugo, then to his son, which was definitely new to the game. it wasn't a slam dunk like she usually knew going into jobs was. "it'll be a challenging one, that's for sure." he pulled out a white envelope and handed it to her. "everything you wanted is in there." she trusted him, so she just slipped it into her purse and pulled out her own envelope filled with cash. "always a pleasure doing business with you, doll." she smiled taking another sip of her wine. "thanks again, jason. but, i have to run," she started getting up and going back into her purse to give him some money for the wine. "keep your money. i got the check. see you again?" he asked her. yvette nodded. "in some other city with some other name," she told him and he laughed. yvette headed towards the lobby, navigating through hotel guests. she was almost there when a hotel advertisement caught her eye. she paused. hanging on the wall was a poster advertising that the inferno had a temporary exhibit of original van gogh works. she smiled distantly, remembering events that happened four years ago. yvette had stolen a few originals from a man in new york. she looked down at her watch again. hm. she had some time to go look at some. following the directions of what hall the exhibit was located in, she absentmindedly thought of art. she only stole art a couple times, and she really never was an art enthusiast. call her an idiot, but she never saw the big hoo-ha about an original painting. she only saw that there was a market for it, and that gave her a job opportunity. once she got to the hall, she bought a ticket and entered the room. paintings were hung around the walls and there was a good handful of people looking at them. she paused at the first two, looking at each painting and almost studying it. she still didn't quite understand because art had never been something she was interested in. yvette did find a certain thrill that some time ago she was in secret possession of originals, but only because she knew she wasn't supposed to have them to begin with. 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[harrison james lyons]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #7a6f5b solid 30px; ] I could live a little better OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: evie! LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: i hope it's okay ------HARRY had come to Valkyrie for one real reason, unfortunately he also needed a cover to suddenly uproot and run off to California for a couple months – wouldn’t want investors thinking he’d finally lost his gumption. Opening an all new Biotech branch of Lyons Enterprises proved itself to be quite the handful as he knew it would be. It would allow him at least a year in California probably far more than he needed to find Emma – Yvette Tucker. The reason why he even wanted to find her eluded even him. He wasn’t sure what he expected or even what he wanted. All he knew was that for the last three and a half years he’d wanted to find her. The only time he didn’t think about her was when he was working, that seemed to be the time that his mind had enough to think about without her creeping in. Which in large part was likely why he’d become a workaholic for the last three years. He walked out of a meeting in the bar of the inferno with his assistant clicking her heels after him maniacally busying her short legs to keep up with his long strides as she filled him in on the next day’s agenda. “Oh and Mr. Lyons that exhibit in the hotel you wanted to see will be starting in five” she finally stopped for breath as he stopped walking. Harry turned to her and put his hands on her shoulders and said in his soothing tone “Thank you, you’ve been working so hard lately, Hannah, know that I appreciate that” the little blonde nodded vapidly – frazzled, he smiled at her lightly “say, how about you take the rest of the day off, go pamper yourself, charge it to the company do whatever you want” Hannah peered at him quizzically “well, what if you need something?” Harry raised his brows and then furrowed them in slightly amazed by the girls implication “Mrs. Thorn I’m a grown man, I’m sure I can take care of myself for the rest of the day”. Hannah smiled at him feeling a bit silly. “go, have fun, I know you hate art exhibits”. She nodded with a crinkled nose “Thank you Mr. Lyons, if you need anything just call” she said holding up her pink bedazzled blackberry. Sometimes Harry wondered why he’d hired her in the first place, but in light of things Hannah was the only woman he could bring himself to have a standing relationship with these days and she was surprisingly good at her job – even with a pink bedazzled phone. “I won’t” he asked dryly before giving her a small salute. Hannah hurried off with a wave busying her tiny legs again. In all honesty Harry letting Hannah have the day wasn’t completely selfless, though he was pretty sure if she didn’t take a breather she might just have a heart attack right then and there. He needed alone time, Harry had always been a very internal person and whereas he could be lovely and charming in a crowd it took its toll on him. Fight or Flight had been his default for weeks now, he needed to set himself back to normal. What better way to do that than look at an art exhibit and as he entered the room he knew it was exactly what he’d needed, no one was paying attention to the people around them just the perfect art on the wall. No one did it like Van Gogh. Harry himself hadn’t painted in three years, hadn’t even picked up a paint brush, looking at the work on the walls he realized why – he wasn’t Van Gogh, in his eyes he lacked all talent necessary to paint anything worthwhile. His drawing time had been reduced to doodling in the margins of his “blue print” for the day. He still played the piano fairly often though. A waitress offered him champagne which, he accepted – even if he’d prefer whisky – any alcohol would suffice. He’d owned several Van Gogh’s in his old collection, now his walls were stark, empty and void of life or inspiration, he now kept the last of his collection, which were just a couple sketches of Van Gogh’s locked away in a safe decked out like Fort Knox. Harry had always been a man of great cunning, sometimes other would refer to him as a manipulator, though he’d always lived by a code, never manipulate someone out of their life saving, never screw someone over and always make sure you are truly in the end doing them some good. For business interactions with those he didn’t care for in the slightest he often didn’t follow the latter two, though the first still held firm. Even those that he hated more than anything still got to keep their savings – it was probably the very reason he never became a con himself, he cared if he hurt people and furthermore he couldn’t steal from someone. He’d witnessed from a very young age his father cheating people out of millions – he’d even convinced someone to invest their life savings in one of his companies that inevitably failed under his father’s management. A man had walked into his father’s office once when Harry was waiting to be taken home after school, he was screaming about how he’d lost everything, his wife had left him and taken his children, he was a laughing stock to his friends then finally he stopped dead calm and Harry had popped his head into his father’s office just in time to see the man shot himself with a nine millimeter pistol. That was probably the moment he realized how much power his father had and that he never wanted to abuse that if he ever had the same. Fixing himself in front of one of Van Gogh’s self-portrait he took a sip from his champagne and studied the portrait a moment longer before allowing his green eyes to pan around the room looking for nothing in particular. However, his eyes fell on a blonde woman who looked an awful lot like a gorgeous brunette he used to know. He watched as she eyed the first couple of paintings – he was seemingly frozen in place as his blood simmered as he became more and more certain it was the same woman. Then almost as soon as he’d frozen he was moving across the room, not a thought or a plan in his mind – a rare occurrence. He settles next to the woman staring ahead at the painting in front of him “Yvette Tucker” he greeted in his usual smooth tone, though it flickered with a calm malice that was usually absent. with the myths and the lies

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: - --- SHE missed her family. it had been years since she last thought of missing them. and it wasn't like she missed her entire family. no. she could get word of her father's death and she wouldn't even entertain the idea of going to the funeral. but she missed her brothers. sure, she would see owen from time to time... whenever he needed more money which yvette more than willingly would always give him, but she had other brothers. she had been the only daughter of her parents, and too many brothers to have a peaceful household, but she always got along with her older siblings. she knew they probably missed her as much she missed them. she hadn't seen her brothers or her parents since she was eighteen years old, when she took off shortly after graduating high school. she missed her uncle, but that went without saying. yvette had thought numerous times to go back to virginia for a quick visit between jobs to visit her uncle in the state prison. her uncle was her mentor when it came to the criminal world, but when he landed himself in prison for the third time, he told her that he gave her the tools to make it on her own, and that she should go do her own thing. that was what she did, and here we were five years later. he had taught her the basic rules in conning. the most important was don't get your true emotions involved. when you did, you messed up or had a harder time completing the job. another rule was get out before there is even a suspicion. yvette never had trouble with this one. she was pretty good at playing the part. the part being, whatever the other man needed. it may sound corny, but it was true. she was always the perfect one at the time they needed someone. she was a coincidence. she was a carefully planned criminal. though her current conquest, she didn't quite figure out what hugo needed. the wrench was the fact that he had a kid, which was a first for her. she thought ace was a neat kid, she really did, but the fact the kid got his kicks from messing with computer mainframes worried her. but, it didn't seem to worry her enough to peace out. she sort of liked valkyrie. the west coast was definitely different than the east coast, which was what she had gotten used to. and jason was right about the seemingly gravitational pull the city had on the criminals. she can't remember how she decided to make a rather huge jump from the east coast to california, but she was here, and yvette liked it. the only worry she had coming here was what if she ended up conning a criminal. how ironic. it was weird that in reality, she was only twenty three years old and she felt like a seasoned veteran. most of the people she graduated from high school with were probably finishing college or have started a career in the field they studied in. when she was younger, she was going to go to college. of course she was with her parents making it a staple in the tucker family rules. but her life took a very different turn when she sixteen and seventeen and college seemed unimportant to her. you couldn't major in con artistry, could you? though she was the first of her siblings to decline college, her parent's disapproval was short lived since owen didn't go either. this was probably why her and owen were so close. they were the last of the tucker family and never quite liked following the plans their parents had laid out in front of them and was expected to follow. she wished she could see owen more. there was that brief time that he lived with her in vermont, but once that con ended, the siblings went separate ways. what she wanted was to keep an eye on him. she knew he liked to piss the wrong people off and try the wrong kind of drugs, but every time she told him to come to so-and-so state, he always said he was fine. yvette still cared. a server came by as she looked at the paintings and offered her a glass of champagne. she took it. it reminded her of show openings she went to back in the east coast. she took a small sip, already having a glass of wine downstairs with jason, she wasn't planning to get her drink on in the afternoon. yvette might not think it sounds like a bad idea, but chloe did. and she just had to remind herself of that fact. she didn't even notice someone walk up next to her, but then she heard it. yvette tucker, her real name. and no one besides the state of virginia knew that. uncle josh taught her when someone made you, you just had to act cool, but this was the first time this has ever happened, because her heart literally stopped beating. in the two seconds before she turned to see who it was, a line of people crossed her mind. a contact like jason? her brother being a jokester? a cop? oh, she really hoped it wasn't a cop. but she turned, keeping her poise and acting as naturally as possible. it was harrison lyons, a man she conned four years ago. shit. well, she would rather have it be a cop now. a cop she could probably deal with. a man she stole original van gogh paintings from as they stood in a van gogh exhibit? oh, this was rich. "i'm sorry?" she asked and looked around her as if another woman would be standing there and she thought he was getting the attention of someone else. but nope, they were by themselves.yvette turned back to him and shrugged with a smile. "i think you have mistaken me with someone else," she told him and took another sip of the champagne. yvette could kick herself, why the hell did she decide to come in here? and how the fuck did he know her real name? OF THE PERFECT PLACE

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[harrison james lyons]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #7a6f5b solid 30px; ] I could live a little better OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: evie! LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: - - - ------IT'D been quite a few years since Harry had family, perhaps that was why he was running into so much trouble letting this whole Emma thing go. His family wasn’t around to pick up the pieces for him – his mother had been convinced Emma was a spy while they were dating – well, while she was conning him. Perhaps he should have listened; his mother could very well have been tapping into her mother mojo and knew Yvette Tucker was bad news. Instead of being something as exciting as a spy, genetically engineered by a knowledge devouring alien species, she was a simple con woman. Somehow what made it all the worse was, he knew he wasn’t the only one, he knew he wasn’t the first or the last. She lied so effortlessly and read him like an open book – when in reality Harry had always been a closed and locked book, the key had been locked and his pages were torn and frayed from all the grubby little hands trying to pry him open. Yvette however simply came up to him, tapped him on the shoulder with a perfect smile and asked him where she could find the 24th and Lexington. After giving her a tour of New York it was as if he’d never kept a secret in his life. The only things he didn’t tell her about in their entire relationship was; his mother’s condition and his father’s propensity for violence. He could never pinpoint why he hadn’t told her. He was pretty certain she knew there was something wrong with his mother as every Sunday he visited her at a place called Cedar Ridge, she never asked why she stayed somewhere like that, he’s mistaken it for kindness when in reality it was likely just indifference. Yvette had lied about everything – Emma was twenty three years old when they met – Yvette however was just barely legal. Age was never a real factor when it came to Harry, as long as it wasn’t a horrible or illegal difference – though being lied to about it tended to make his blood curdle a bit. Would she still have lied if she wasn’t, would she have put him in danger of going to jail? How could he possibly love a woman like that? Well, because he didn’t love Yvette, it was Emma that had turned his world upside down; it was Emma that turned him into a bumbling mess and then told him that was endearing. No, he wasn’t ever going to be endearing to anyone again. For the rest of his life he’d be as closed up emotionally as he was before only this time a pretty brunette wouldn’t get him to open up with a smile. Harry wasn’t a sensitive man when it came to his feelings, but rejection was something he’d never handled well. Mostly because he’d grown up with the idea “you aren’t good enough and you never will be”. His father’s last words still followed him to this day, his own self-doubt always came in the guise of his father’s voice; breathing over his shoulder with a bone crushing vice grip. Rejection of his company he could deal with. If someone hated Lyons enterprises or didn’t want to sign with them; that was nothing to him he could often bear that with an incredible amount of class and dignity. The moment someone told him he wasn’t good enough though, was the moment Harry tended to falter. That wasn’t the problem with Yvette though, she never dumped him, she never told him he was a sack of shit that would never measure up to her perfect life plan – she just left. If he was a man who believed in psychology, he may say that all he needed was closure. Harry was not a man who believed in psychology though and just seeing her would not be enough, just confronting her would not be enough. The problem was he wasn’t sure what would be. She was right there standing in front of him, making him doubt for only a moment that he was right. It was the smile, as forced and faltering as it was – it was the same. A devious smile spread across his face as he chuckled, not with joy or amusement but plain awe. “right” he looked down at his champagne, realizing just how much he hated it – nothing good happened when he drank champagne “Would you prefer I call you Emma?” he said looking back to her with an eyebrow raised quizzically “or perhaps you are someone else entirely now, what is it Tiffany, Crystal… Penelope?” He continued to hold his quizzical gaze, masking his anger with her. In fact for the first time he wasn’t angry he wasn’t honestly just curious. “Don’t think me a stupid man Miss Tucker, that would be a mistake” his tone wasn’t threatening, but informational. “Now, I know who you are and I should hope that you remember who I am considering you stole quite a few of these from me” he said gesturing at the painting on the wall “If you’d like I can point out which ones are authentic for you” he said almost teasingly. One could say Harry was actually having a bit of fun now. A smirk formed on his lips as his looked back at her “blonde suits you” he said in a with a small checkmate like wink. with the myths and the lies

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: hope you like it <3 --- HER heart was beating fast in her chest, she felt faint, and she was guessing most of the color had drained from her face. she was rendered speechless. all she was concentrating on was the fact that she had been caught. first time in five years. she thought she would be doing this for years and years, not someone finding her only five years into it. she knew uncle josh said if she was ever caught get out quick, but yvette really did not see a way to get out. she was standing amongst surely wealthy hotel guests or locals who wanted to see the exhibit. for all she knew, harry had called the cops. this whole damn place could be surrounded. ok, no, wait. yvette needed to calm down. if he came all this way just to find her, would he have called the police? no... no. not yet, at least. if the situation was reversed yvette wouldn't call the police because if she was the one who was personally screwed over, then she would have sought that person out. personal justice - the worst form of justice there was. her attempt at lying was a shot in the dark, and as she expected, he wasn't falling for it. shit. her recovery for the situation was failing miserably. yvette wouldn't call herself a cocky con artist, but now looking at it, maybe she had been. someone finally found her. even after she was always so careful about dotting her i's and crossing her t's. she should have known... money can be a powerful thing. and since she knew harry had a lot of it, he would have the resources. yvette wondered how long he knew. it had been four years, yes, but how long did he look for her? even if he discovered her real name, how did he know she was in valkyrie? she herself, had only been here for a couple months now. goddamn city and it's appeal to everyone criminal. she should have gone to... montana, or something. yvette couldn't even look him in the eyes. in fact, she was staring at anything but. the painting, the floor, the rim of her glass. but when he asked her, “Would you prefer I call you Emma?” she looked over at his quizzing stare. well, he was enjoying this. he continued to list off other random names he asked if she was going by now. that least was true. the envelope jason gave her filled with forged documents including a passport, birth certificate, and driver's license for the state of indiana bearing the name 'chloe carpenter' beckoned her from inside of her purse. honestly? she couldn't even answer him, so she looked back down at her champagne, biting her bottom lip. never, had yvette tucker felt so small. she was never the one to be rendered speechless. she found herself caught in a lie that was becoming quite clear she couldn't talk herself out of. she walked slowly to the next painting, knowing he would follow. she had already seen half the exhibit, the closer she could get to the door, maybe the safer she would feel and she could think what her next move would be. she listened intently as he said he knew exactly who she was, clearly giving him her full attention. yes, she stole some of his original van gogh paintings. at the time, she had been extremely proud of herself. she had an art forger forge the paintings, and she replaced him. with the originals. literally days after that, yvette left harry in new york, nothing more than a simple note saying she was ending things. even though it was a completely inappropriate time to do so, yvette couldn't help but smile only slightly. she wondered how many months went by before he found out she stole the paintings. obviously he did, because you don't spend years trying to find an ex-girlfriend. so... what did he want? she doubted he'd take whatever the money was she got for the paintings... he was rich, it'd be like giving him quarters. yvette also had no idea what happened to the paintings. she sold them to a black market art dealer, so for all she knew, it had traveled amongst several clients across several countries. she glared at him when he mentioned that she was now a blonde, but continued to walk to the next painting. she emptied her glass and placed the glass on a passing server's platter. yvette wasn't quite sure what to say. half of her was screaming at her to just make a run for it and bolt towards the doors. she felt like she would be able to hide long enough to lose him. the other half told her to stay and just keep him talking. it was proving to be difficult because yvette had no idea what to exactly say to him. she didn't want to admit to stealing the paintings, even if it was obvious to him that she did. she took a deep breath and looked over at him. "it's very flattering that you've been holding on to me for this long," she said, finally finding her voice. a voice that sounded innocent and coy all at the same time. "i'm curious to know what you planned on doing next..." yvette walked to the next painting, pausing to look back at him. "surely you've thought about this very moment for years. probably playing it out a million different ways in your head. but, it's here. now what?" OF THE PERFECT PLACE

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[harrison james lyons]

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He was still charming in an awkward way, he still stuttered from time to time and he wasn’t athletic or handsome as far as he was concerned and most of all he was still a rather big nerd, so not much about him had changed since his childhood, he didn’t date girls like her in high school so naturally he shouldn’t have been dating one four years ago either. He sure as hell wasn’t dating one now. The only thing that had changed was he now had control of way too much money and that alone should have caused him to be weary of beautiful women suddenly taking an interest in him. When Harry was in school he knew his place, which was generally in or near the dumpster. Most assumed that because he had money that he couldn’t have been a nerd in school, but the extent of his athletic achievements came from Mathletes, he got a telescope for his sixteenth birthday not a Porsche (by choice mind you), he was in the chess club and thought pocket protectors were perfectly suitable to wear to school. Looking back he would say, he now realizes he made himself a cliché target for bullying and for someone who just wanted to blend in he did everything wrong. Maybe in a couple months he’ll be thinking he went about all of this wrong too. Harry wasn’t the type to do things without thinking them through especially when it came to potentially damaging his usually well concealed feelings. After all he knew Yvette had the gift of seeing into people that not everyone had, in fact that’s probably what made her so good at her job. She’d gotten him to open up to her faster than anyone else in history, only holding back the gory bits of himself. Though, he could venture a guess that since she was so good at reading people she could probably venture a guess at the true nature of his relationship with his father. He simply hadn’t thought this moment through, completely off character he just threw himself into the deep end without a plan. She must have some magic power of turning careful men reckless. For a long time Harry wished he could be a superhero, just wake up one day with a super power or even come into one through a radioactive spider or something of the sort. Unfortunately, that day never came, super powers didn’t really exist, whatever it was that some people had – whether it was an innate instinct or finely groomed talent didn’t really matter the point was some people embraced it and turned that special something into a weapon or a tool. Her voice drew his attention from his glass, a smirk crept onto his lips as his eyes narrowed at her “well you do leave an impression I’ll give you that”. Nothing about his demeanor would give many warm and fuzzies. Though he was wearing a smile, it wasn’t quite the kind of smile one wants to invoke. Her next comment showed just how reckless he’d been. In all honesty, he didn’t know what he planned to do next – he never actually expected to find her so he didn’t plan this far. Yvette probably wouldn’t believe him if he told her the truth though, she'd known him long enough to know he doesn't do almost anything without weighing the pros and cons. Truthfully though, what he’d gone over more than anything else was how he fell for her game. If Harry thought he had one redeeming quality it would be his intelligence in fact it was his pride and joy, she’d shattered that. As he followed her to the next painting he allowed a small laugh to escape “I haven’t actually given it that much thought to be honest” He took a nervous sip from his champagne and then ran his hand through his hair, which only seemed to throw it askew rather than tidy it, but it was a tick of his – often practiced when he was embarrassed. Had she been with him long enough to know that? He hoped not, he didn’t want her knowing she’d caught him off guard again. “Maybe I’ll call the police” he said with a shrug “there was no point before you were long gone” he spoke with his usual level of matter a fact logic. A small sinister smirk appeared “Or maybe I’ll just turn whatever you’re working on now to rubble, which would you prefer?”. He was bouncing back a bit now. At least he wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Maybe Yvette was like an artist and her work meant more to her than anything else – even her own hide. Though, Harry assumed one had to be at least somewhat selfish to screw people over for a living. with the myths and the lies

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: hope you like it <3 --- YEAH, he was a little geeky, but yvette did not con ugly men. it sounded bad and maybe she was a little shallow because if it, but she couldn't act her way through a relationship with an ugly man even if she tried. even if he was at a loss of why she targeted him because he thought his looks didn't match hers. he was ridiculous. she always went for a man she was attracted to. harry was too hard on himself. he thought too lowly on the way he looked. he should really be careful about that. it made him an easy target for women like her. harry meeting yvette was never an accident, and too bad for him, he had only now realized it. what she liked was that she clearly caught him off guard. he really didn't think this through. revenge was tricky. it fueled a lot of people to do things they wouldn't normally do. for all yvette knew, half the other men she conned could be looking for her. who knows. she never dwelled on that. in her line of work, she couldn't live in fear. yvette never looked over her shoulder. it was another look at how confident she normally was. there had been how many now? four. hugo would make five. for only being at this since she was eighteen, she was doing pretty good for herself. even if she was stealing money, she did help all the men in some certain way. maybe they would remember that instead of her breaking their hearts. yvette smirked when he told her she left an impression. she did have her ways of never letting people forget her. you'd think with all of yvette's other alter egos, she would forget to be herself, or not even know how to be herself anymore. it wasn't like that. she always knew who she was. yvette was a virginia girl that always set her eyes on the tallest of buildings. she never liked the word 'no' and leading people on to some extent had been her forte. these... alter egos of hers weren't her. they were just characters. no different than some actor in hollywood stepping into a role. yvette just... presented herself as that character for an extended period of time. and dropped the character once she was done with her. emma had been her second solo gig. she watched harry from a distance for a few days. she had found him in the newspaper. just some article about his company. it had been a month since she ran away from a recently divorced man in georgia. when yvette first started her solo jobs, she did a lot of planning. only now has she adapted herself to the situation. emma had the spontaneity that harry needed. she was care-free, outgoing, and was always pushing him to do new things. emma was the breath of fresh air. he might now think it was all a big lie, but yvette was thinking she needed to point out to harry that "emma" did love him. very much. emma was a fun young woman to play. very unlike who chloe was, very professional and well refined. she didn't stake hugo out. he was a bank heir. this time, yvette wanted to come across successful on her own, no gold-digger in sight. this was why she drummed up the idea that she was an interior designer. she had a job she loved, or at least chloe did. she was independent enough to not depend on someone else's money. she thought that role was the safest way to play it. she might have missed him the first time. but, at least hugo's son seemed interested in her. their next run in would be by chance. well, for him it would be. she raised an eyebrow at him when he said he didn't give it much though. "you not giving much thought? that's new." sure, it had been four years, but she still knew who he was. of course, he hid just as many secrets as she did. she wouldn't press though idea vocally. you know, mutual respect. but she knew there were some family problems going on. yvette and her father never got along, fighting constantly. she knew the signs all too well. when harry ran a hand through his hair she smirked and looked at a new painting she moved to. "no need to be embarrassed, harry." like she said, she still knew him. she tried not to give anything away when he mentioned about calling the police. well, at least that eliminated the idea that he had the place surrounded. good. she could get away easier. he mentioned messing up her current job. "what makes you think i'm doing anything right now? i'm just passing through town," she lied. a few paintings away from the exit, she tried to think of a way to leave without a scene. if he was going to call the police then she needed to do something about that. she still wanted to know what he really wanted. would it be crazy for her to think that somewhere deep down he really wanted emma? hm. she turned around and smiled at him. a smile he should remember. she stepped to him, grabbing his free hand she intertwined her fingers with his like she did four years ago. she blue-hazel eyes stared up at him with excitement. "come on, harry. let's get out of this stuffy hotel and go somewhere else." she pulled him towards her more, but gently. "let's go down to the beach. we never could go in the city. i promise. it'll be fun." she might have the wrong hair color, and the wrong style of clothing, but what wasn't wrong was the character. just like that, she was emma again. it came across her mind so suddenly that she just went with it. a little torturing never hurt anybody... much. OF THE PERFECT PLACE

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[harrison james lyons]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #7a6f5b solid 30px; ] I could live a little better OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: evie! LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: it was great! hopefully mine's alright ------CONFIDENCE wasn’t something Harrison James Lyons had ever possessed much of. He had more than enough when it came to his mind; he knew he was an exorbitantly intelligent man. When it came to almost anything else though, he felt like a kid again – only wanting his father to say two words to him “I’m Proud”, just any expression of pride for him would have put him over the moon. Funny how the opinion of the people we hate most always seems to matter the most. Harry never received that sentiment. Instead, on his death bed his father chose to tell him the very opposite – in the end he wanted Harry to sign Lyons enterprises over to Edward’s best friend Clyde, a man no more virtuous than himself. One could say Harry kept the business out of spite but never the less he poured himself into it as if it were his one and only passion in life. Nothing was left untouched under his administration and as a result the Lyons family was now worth almost a billion dollars. Harry had managed to run his company honestly and without anything, but pure business sense. He may never be the artist he always wanted to be, but he’d sure as hell die, a great business man. A less than happy grin appeared on his face as she mentioned the newness of his thoughtlessness. It was a perfectly sound observation, she knew him long enough to know his almost obsessive compulsive aversion to doing things without due thought. For some reason – even though he knew that – it bothered him that she knew him and he knew nothing about her. Her name, where she went to high school, the current placement of her family members told him very little about who she was as a person. Is that what he wanted? To know the real woman who conned him. “I’m not” he lied as she told him not to be embarrassed. Harry wasn’t one to lie often, but in the present company he felt it was of little consequence to tell such a puny falsehood. He was too easy to read, wasn’t he? It seemed people always could tell what he was thinking. Some said his eyes gave him away, other’s said his demeanor and so on. Fact was he probably had too many telling ticks in practice. Too many things developed to comfort him in various situations. “I hardly think you pass through a town without intention” he said with a snarky matter-o-fact tone to his voice. He simply couldn’t imagine she would pass up a town full of people with too much unused money for their own good – even if most of those people were dangerously bad for one’s heath. Harry was a quiet and somewhat solitary man – a lonely man. It was obvious to him now that Yvette had seen that. Maybe in some way she felt she was helping him come out of his lonely little shell he’d built up over the years, he couldn’t see her as a kind enough person to believe that though – especially since he was far more outgoing before. It seemed rejection even in the small way that she’d shown was Harry’s kryptonite – not that he couldn’t handle it, but it weakened him. Subconsciously all he wanted was to be told he was good enough. After years of being told the opposite he now believed it. Weak, insecure, worthless the words resonated with him his entire life. He remembered his father telling him he was a waste of the good family name. His father was a drunk with little moral values – it shouldn’t have bothered him. People are often shaped by the things that shouldn’t bother them though, in some way. As Yvette gifted him a glimpse of the woman he loved his face contorted – wounded. Though it only lasted a moment if she’d blinked she’d miss it. His face returned to a stern glare, he wanted to wrench his hand away, but instead he pulled her even closer as he wrapped his other arm around her back as if he were hugging an old friend hello. His heart was beating so loud and hard in his chest he wondered if she could feel it. He whispered in her hear softly though laced with a rumbling tone “careful darling, don't make a mistake now” subtly reminding her of his previous warning, as he released her from his grasp he smiled with pity at her “I may not be sure about much in my life, but I am sure I’m not that daft” he said annoyed that she would think he could fall for the same trick. “besides the beach sounds like a boiling pot to me” he joked scathingly, referring to his pale English skin. In all honesty he had nothing against the beach, how could he, he’d never been to one in his life. He thought it’d be a silly thing to say none the less, why he was bothering being any level of humorous with her he hadn’t the foggiest idea. with the myths and the lies

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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LOCATION: the inferno NOTES: these two... xD i had too much muse not to reply --- HOW long did he want to keep this up? should she leave? would he really call the police? did he just want some sort of closure by finding her? how long was he really going to stay in valkyrie? they were questions that were constantly running through her mind as they carried on the conversation. the last thing she wanted was harry meddling into her affairs. ironic, wasn't it? after she meddled into his. yvette saw that harry could compromise what she was starting with hugo, and she didn't want that. she really just wanted to know what he wanted from her. she couldn't give him the paintings, he wouldn't want - or need - her money. yvette just wanted to feel sure about this situation when she walked out the doors. and she just wasn't sure yet where his intentions were at. yvette was nervous... for once. yvette was vain and didn't want to go to prison. but she knew better than to press the topic of law enforcement with him. if she just turned a blind eye to that possibility, then maybe he would see she didn't see that as a threat. maybe. maybe not. but it was worth a try. it probably didn't help that she dangled emma in front of him. he was angry, and she assumed he would be. she did it because she could, because it was easy. every character was different from the last, and emma had always been a sweet one. a free spirit at heart, what harry needed. is she would have gone in as chloe, well, that might not have worked. it was all about crafting the perfect woman for a man. if yvette was ever to quit this conning job, she should definitely go into the match-making business. she would be perfect at matching the right man and the right woman together. she had several real-life experiences that would help her. but, she was getting ahead of herself. she could be in prison within the next five years for all she knew. harry was repulsed by her touch, so she was surprised when he pulled her even closer, his arm wrapped around her back. her breath caught sharply in her chest, not expecting that. she almost wanted to dare him to go further, just to see if he would. he whispered in her ear before releasing her. she glared at him when he said he wasn't stupid. must be that whole 'fool me once...' phrase. even though she would bet all her savings that he was hoping in some way, that emma could be real. love and hate walked a very thin line and while she believed that he hated her, yvette, there was no reason to hate the version of the woman he fell in love with. emma didn't steal, yvette did. it was all complicated and probably only made sense in her mind. she talked of all her other personas as if they were real people. that... probably wasn't healthy. "just... having a little fun," she told him and turned to look at the next painting. "we could have gotten sunscreen. you could rub it on my back, and i could rub it on yours." she smirked at herself and shrugged in a way that suggested 'too bad' but, she kept her back to him. she crossed her arms across her chest and turned back to look at him. "you know she did love you. emma did." there she went again, talking as if emma was some real person. sort of felt creepy, but it was true in yvette's mind. maybe it just felt uncomfortable. all these people walking around, enjoying art, and the two people over here now were... talking? threatening? teasing? probably just a combination of the three. yvette regretted wandering into this place. she should have just gone back to the apartment she was renting and figure out her next move. couldn't she just work in peace? she didn't want to have to worry about ex-...somethings getting in the way. there was no way he knew of the others before and after him. it would be impossible. all she knew was that the journey from new york city to valkyrie was a long one. if he wanted something, she would rather know it now than running into him later. but this was probably the big master plan. he probably had her exactly where he wanted her, and that did not bode well for yvette. no one played games on her. she was a professional criminal, and some common man she conned years ago wasn't going to be the one that would take her down. at this point, yvette felt like she could never be yvette tucker again. she could never go back to virginia beach and pretend nothing of the past five years ever happened. looks like she wouldn't be going back to those family thanksgiving that owen told her they should appear at one of these years. as far as yvette was concerned, now that she had been revealed, she would pretty much be running for the rest of her life. she raked a hand through her hair, very uncomposing of herself. "what do you want from me?" she asked. OF THE PERFECT PLACE

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[harrison james lyons]

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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Yet again he’d allowed her to make him implement a reckless method of conducting himself, as opposed to his usual steel jacket disposition. He wasn’t reckless unless he was around her and he knew that his keep everyone at arms-length philosophy was not necessarily better and that he couldn’t blame solely on Yvette. No, that had been ingrained in him long before she walked into his life. He could however blame her for the fact that even now, her touching him still make his stomach flutter with those obnoxious insects and when she spoke he hung onto every word – and that her presence made it feel like someone was crushing his chest. For that he couldn’t forgive her, but he couldn’t figure out what he wanted either. Was it true he wanted to bury her? It couldn’t be, because he still wanted to see her. Conflicting feelings – yet another thing on the never ending list of things Harry had never understood. How can someone feel two opposite feelings with equal strength. Maybe, Yvette had made a point – maybe he still loved Emma, maybe he hoped it was real somehow – that she loved him too in her own twisted little way. Harry was never a subscriber to Phycology though – it was a soft science. There wasn’t a formula for people they weren’t a puzzle to be solved – it they were he would have solved it by now with as much as he loved puzzles. No, people were composed of too many variables to understand fully and because he knew this he didn’t feel there was any point in divulging his inner most thoughts to someone so they could pretend they suddenly knew everything about him because he had a strained relationship – yes, Harry could easily win the understatement of the year award; if one existed that is. He had a way of dismissing the enormity of things – especially if they came to affecting only himself – which made his dwelling on Yvette hurting him so much stranger. It came down to a very simple fact – he’d never let someone that close before and for her to hurt him because of it, made him feel too many feelings to understand. She’d hurt him, yes, but she’d also made him feel like an idiot, which he couldn’t accept. Those conflicting feelings kept telling him – she made you laugh just as much as she made you cry, maybe you should thank her. Then again she took everything you could possibly give a person and shoved it down your throat to choke on, you should hate her. She opened you up, she shut you down, she put your heart back together... just to shatter it again. Little Harry dumpty - easily broken and impossible to repair – his grade school nickname suddenly seemed to make all the sense in the world. A pathetic soul dear Harry is. These thoughts were running through his head constantly, which had to be why he couldn't figure out what he really wanted from Evie. As she commented on his open wounds he could do nothing, but roll his eyes in reply, he feigned apology did not help his already dismal mood. He followed her in seething, ear-drum puncturing silence. Harry could hear her heels clacking obnoxiously against the marble floor, but they weren’t retreating, they were coming toward him, causing a smirk to form on his lips. His shoulder was pulled with a surprising amount of force. The words that followed her actions caused harry to furrow his brow “Oh no, I was stupid for you once don’t expect that to happen again” an angry smile spread across his face, his voice was now matching the volume of her hushed anger “no you’re right I don’t need justice – I know neither you nor the brass would be able to get my art back” he said simply taking a breath “besides I’ll admit there’s a level of pride running my decisions right now, but mostly I just want you to feel the weight on your chest that’s been pressing against mine for the last four years – I just wanna breathe again, but if I can’t, then yes, knowing you can’t either will make me feel much better” he growled his matter a fact tone turning to malice once more. He smiled with a devious fury before leaning forward to whisper in her ear “I don't like easy, so I'll give you a head start – Robert. Burns.” he kissed her on the forehead before heading toward the door. with the myths and the lies

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TEMPLATE BY KHRISTIAN @ CAUTION 2.0, LYRICS BY JOY DIVISION

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