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[esme naomi vega]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HANGING OUT THE WINDOW IT'S ABOUT TO BE A SUGE KNIGHT The Words: six-hundred fifty-five The Outfit: fierce The Notes this isn't my best work but it's been a while since i've written an open post. Valkyrie was enchanting. Even with all of the gang related activities and crime, the city never failed to stun Esme with its amazing beauty. The hour was late to all the teeny boppers who would spend their days surfing without a care in the world but to the wise guys, mobsters, gangsters, prostitutes, and other criminals midnight was when things were just getting started. Tonight, Esme was meant to make a drop Uptown at a bar near the beach. The job was simple, but the stakes were high; especially on a night like this. Being expected to drop off five hundred stacks worth of goods on a night that was crawling with feds, police, and grunts was like trying to fit a camel through a needle-hole—AKA impossible. Still, Esme wasn’t one to back out of a job no matter how high the stakes were. Not only was the Mafia fairly unforgiving, Esmeralda would never forgive herself if she lost The Family any kind of money. Luckily for her she had a successful drop and earned herself quite the paycheck for just one night’s work. It was probably one of the best things about organized crime—being able to make fast money and lots of it. After making the drop, Esme didn’t see how a nice drive around the city would hurt. It was only two in the morning and she wanted to clear her head. Living a double-life was difficult. She had to keep up with who knew she was affiliated, who didn’t know, who she could trust wholeheartedly, and who she could feed with a long handled spoon. Not only was that but her sister’s life was constantly in danger. Her sister was the only person in the world that Esme really loved and could trust unconditionally and every day she was reminded that in a split second she could…’vanish’ forever. These days the only thing that got Esme through the sobering idea was by burying herself in the stupidest, most meager tasks out there which was why she campaigned for this drop tonight. Traveling around Valkyrie wasn’t all that bad. The night sky was lit with the full moon and millions of stars that were out that night. One of the things that Esme always took note of was the calm and quiet of the town despite all the shit that happens there. However, even with the calm aesthetics of the night the block was hot which put her on edge. She was just about to give up and call it a night until she heard a loud growl in the pit of her stomach. “Shit”, Esme said picking up her cell phone to glance at the time. Was it really that long since the last time she ate something? “Whatever, at least there’s a diner near home. I can pick up something to eat and get to bed.” Esme said making a small U-turn towards a small 24-hour diner. The place was rundown and crawling with creeps but it was a great place if someone ever wanted a nice steak at two o’clock in the morning. She parked and locked her car nearest to the window and walked into the restaurant. She elicited a few stares and whistles when she came in but after working as a bartender for four years it was something she was used it. It could also have something to do with what she was wearing. Something Esme prided herself on was the fact that she’d never dress as if she worked as a soldier harboring drugs, a gun, two knives, brass knuckles, and wads of blood money in her Marc Jacobs’ bag. It was all part of the territory, she made great money just like any other clean well-off person on the west coast—why dress in fucking rags or like a sketchy grunt? “Um yes, I want the biggest juiciest burger you have. Fresh please.” created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[donald jeremy davis]

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' ' "I understand your predicament Senator..." Began a calm voice, "I just don't really care." The same voice added with a small chuckle in the tone. The voice belonged to Donny Davis. Birth name, Donald Jeremy Davis. Known as Donny in person, online and to the world he was known as A. Heyward. A hacker. A famous hacker. A hacker who had been on the most wanted list since he was 13 years old and caused a black out in London from a public computer at a public library in Chicago. Why? He was bored and thought it would be funny, that and Donny came from a family of... brutes? Donny was one of the sons of teh head of the Davis family. This meant that Donny's father was the second in command of the Sirens. Now, even if you haven't ever been told the specifics. Everyone knows about the Sirens. They're like the Bloods, they're in every major city, they're ruthless, but the Sirens are organized a bit more mafia styled with the families and such. Donny's father was a powerful man who hated the computer nerd of a son he was saddled with. Donny had grew around his father's hate. It's not like Donny every loved him. It was not really for sure if Donny ever loved anyone but his little sister who was now a pile of ash that mingled into the ocean front of Valkyrie, spread in a little curve in the beach with lots of little tide pools that Isabel and liked to look at. That was five years ago. Since then, Donny had become far more like his hacker persona, Heyward. He was rude and sarcastic, arrogant and hard to impress.

But hey, he was friendly. A bit of a smart ass. Good with women, at least in the last five years. Ever since Isabel's death, it was like he finally grew into his appearance, his style, his attitude. He had changed because he was now free of inhibition, that was it really. Oh but the point was, Donny was beaten on as a kid because he was more interested in computers than bench-pressing. He tried to explain to his criminal family, in the computerized age they lived in, and how the world was just getting more and more reliant on technology, the skills he was teaching himself were far more valuable that being able to lift 200lbs. Donny was not a skinny guy. He was when he was a kid though. As he got older, natural muscle tone added to the therapeutic nature of swimming, he was a muscular guy, but he was more a swimmers build, lean tone instead of massive, muscle building tone. He doesn't look like someone who would be threatening. But the blackout in London, from a public computer without much power to it, he did it because he wanted to test himself. He was self taught. London's power grid was a test, and he passed.

And think of it, almost all money is electronic, almost all files are scanned into computers or faxes, records, warrants for arrest are all store in computers (heyward had gotten some innocent people put away for different reasons), security cameras, I mean, if he wanted, he could hack into white house security network and see through the hidden cameras from the comfort of his bedroom, in fact he had. "You get me a scan of that computer chip, okay? Otherwise I'll have to actually physically steal it and that's just more work for me, long trip, long day, I would probably end up getting you locked up or something out of spite and well, sir, I don't want to be that kind of guy." Donny added before nodding and smiling as the Senator promised him the scan by that night. "Thank you Sir, I'm happy to work with you." He added as he opened the door to the restaurant. Computer for a brain but unfortunately, he did still get hungry. He hung up his cell and placed it in his pocket. He was just going to get some food to go when he saw a face he recognized but had never met. She was a member of the Italians. Donny was friends with magdelena e. g. giovanni, a Caperegime for the Italians, he had helped her and her husband out with a few jobs.

But more than that, Donny was a bit of a control freak in his own mind. He liked to know as much as he could, and knowing how insane the crime in Valkyrie had gotten, and how so many fun types of criminals had come to town, he found ways to familiarize himself with all the faces in town, especially the sexy dark haired red dress criminal types. He smirked slightly and walked over to her, "I highly doubt you'll find fresh here, although I shouldn't worry, you won't notice til tomorrow anyways." Donny said plainly, he turned his head to look her in the eye and offered his hand to shake, "Donny, and you're a Vega if I'm remembering correctly."

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[esme naomi vega]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HANGING OUT THE WINDOW IT'S ABOUT TO BE A SUGE KNIGHT The Words: eigh-hundred twelve The Outfit: fierce The Notes she's a bit friendlier than usual. I also kind of ramble in the beginning! By the time Esme ordered her food she was already having second thoughts about coming to this diner. It looked a lot like the one near the brothel home in Mexico where she grew up and spent most of her time when she wanted to get a free milkshake from the destitute Americans who moved to Acapulco. Esme was suddenly reminded of why she never visited this place other than her first night living alone in Valkyrie—she had vowed never to return again. The diner even smelled like the one back in Mexico. One would think she’d be fond of a piece of home but that would be far from the truth. Esme hated thinking about home. Hate is a strong word and an even stronger emotion but hatred was all she felt when she thought about her life in Mexico and what she’s been through. Somehow Esme found a way to repress her memories of how her life was like, things were still fuzzy but it seemed as though the really chilling things stuck with her. She’d always remember the warm thick feeling of blood splattered across her face with her father was shot in front of her, she’ll always remember just big faces of her mother’s sweaty and disgusting clients, and she’ll always remember how it felt to literally be on the brink of starvation before she met Magdalena Giovanni who was then known as Maggie Corinthos. Those memories along with being aware that her mother hasn’t bothered to find out where she and her sister ran off to—that was when she was thirteen, Esme was now twenty-one years old and she still hasn’t heard from her mother, perhaps she was dead. Esme could practically feel her blood getting hotter and her grip on the counter getting tighter. She wasn’t upset about her mother possibly being dead; in fact she hoped she was. No other excuse for not seeking her children will be satisfying to Esme. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the sound of a stranger’s voice near her. It kind of scared her because usually she’d listen when her back was turned and this guy could have killed her. Esme’s dark eyes met his and her lip twitched a little in response to his “joke”. Esme was still a little salty about the fact her guard was down so she merely turned around again and paid her money to the cashier, now a little bit wearier of what she would be feeding her body. The stranger went on without Esme really listening until she heard her name. How did he know her? Esme turned towards him again, this time getting a closer look. She mentally scanned his face and body and she racked her brain thinking of where she heard his name until she remembered him. She vaguely remembered him from being at the Giovanni’s house a few times—he was a Siren, perhaps even the Siren. “I’m Esme, the only Vega you should be concerned with.” Esme shook his hand but hated her sister being involved, it scared her. She also hated that her accent was especially thick tonight—she had been talking both Spanish and Italian all day. Esme took a table nearby when she got her drink as she waited for her food. “So what brings you here? This doesn’t exactly look like your kind of…scene.” Esme said somewhat sarcastically. The place usually crawled with Latino gangs, Mafia grunts, and Mafia soldiers who were desperate like she was. Definitely not the place for a computer hacking Siren but who was she to judge? This Donny kid was probably the most interesting person in the diner that night—really, that whole week because it has been really quiet for her. Aside from that he was pretty attractive—as far as white men went. Esme usually dated exotic looking men…and women. Still, it’s been a while (two weeks—one was because of her period) since she’s had sex anyway so she was always on the hunt for something or someone knew. She couldn’t help the fact that she had a one track mind for a girl but hey, they say “business women” were the ones with huge sexual appetites. She decided to clear her mind for now anyway, besides she doubted he could handle her anyway. “More importantly, what are you doing out so late?” Esme asked while gesturing for him to sit. She didn’t plan on staying for too long but she was curious and must have been in a great mood. She had an idea of what he was doing out so late but she wanted to give the benefit of the doubt. After all, she didn’t know him but she never knew who would be a great asset to her and who wouldn’t. Esme was all about trying new things anyway. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[donald jeremy davis]

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' ' Donny had been raised around the criminal community. Born the son of the Davis crime family head, aka second in command of the entire siren gang, he had been surrounded by the business his entire life, subtracting the day he was at the hospital with his birth mother before his father stole him back. But he got used to the world, comfortable in it. And because of that there was really only one person who intimidated Donny anymore and that might not even be the correct term. When he was younger, there used to be a million and one people who made him feel inferior and he had never even realized. He was such a hypocrite back then. He acted like he didn't care, said he didn't care. He knew he was smarter than most people who breathed oxygen, then, now, he was when he was three and he probably will be when he's eighty-three. And yet back then he did not truly act like he had the confidence because even if he though he had it, he never did, not until he embraced Heyward. He had been Donny who went by Heyward secretly since he was about thirteen. Or at least, that was when he became famous.

Heywards first big act was causing a blackout in London. The authorities weren't able to trace it, they were not able to figure out why he had done it. All they had was a little message he left for them on a computer screen in the Parliament building that read "Thanks for your Cooperation ~ A.Heyward." That was all Donny left them. It was all he needed to leave them. They spent years trying to figure it out. Donny likes to think it was a very good thing that they never figured it out. Simply because... who would believe the truth? A thirteen year old? Capable of that? Possible, unlikely but good to look into. A thirteen year old in Chicago? Ha! As if right? But whatever, look into again. . . a thirteen year old in a public library on a crappy inner city public computer in Chicago causing a massive black out in London? Yeah, any cop or detective bringing that one into the courts would get laughed out of there. Not that he would have even gone to court. They weren't able to get anywhere near close enough to check. But hey, it got his name out there. And the big question? Why? What was he after? That was the best part.

Nothing. Donny, Heyward... he was after absolutely nothing. He was bored and wanted to fuck with people while proving to himself that he could be better than his father and brother. He could be more powerful. Even if he kept it hidden from them, Donny knew. London did not have to panic. So he made them use candles and flashlights for a night. He didn't steal any account numbers. He would not have needed to cause a black out for that. He did not steal any information of any sort. He just liked seeing the lights go out on a major city on the other side of the planet and being able to say honestly that he did that. That his presence, his genius on the planet was no longer going to go by unnoticed. No, not anymore. Pure resentment grew in Donny against his father but had been something else against Jordan. Jordan was the one person, whom even now, might be able to make Donny a bit nervous. Jordan was the first born son. He was smart in a cunning sort of way more than a technical way, Donny was both. Jordan was strong. Donny was fit, always had been but compared to Jordan he still looked deathly underweight. Jordan was an incredible street fighter. Donny was better than the average street punk but compared to any major gang unit, yeah not really all there yet. Jordan was an asshole, Donny was awkward. Their father adored Jordan. Their father abhorred Donny. Let's just say the two brother's were not close.

The point was, itchy diners in the middle of the night, not exactly a place he was uncomfortable to be in. “I’m Esme, the only Vega you should be concerned with.” Donny smiled, "Believe me, you are." He replied with an assuring nod. He picked up on the subtext. She was protective of her sister, he respected that more than she would probably ever realize. Donny had those special few he would kill to protect as well. His sister would have been one of them, but he had already lost her. Believe me, if anything Donny would encourage Esme to protect her sister to the ends of the earth. “So what brings you here? This doesn’t exactly look like your kind of…scene.” Donny smirked and looked around, "I do not know what you are talking about." He replied. It probably wasn't his usual scene. His usual night time 'scene' so to speak was at a bar with kale, laughing and having fun, usually with a girl on his lap. Dorkily enough, usually having rather intelligent conversations about anything really, criminal politics, mainstream politics, engineering, pyrotechnics, you know... the things him and kale were good at.

“More importantly, what are you doing out so late?” He looked over at Esme and nodded, "I had business to take care of." He replied simply. What he was working on with the Senator was a bit on the private side. Let's just say, he has a chip that Donny... or Heyward I guess this would count as Heyward's work, only Maggie of the Giovanni's know that the Ex Siren Hacker Donny was the same as the wanted by most of the countries tired to UN, master hacker A.Heyward, were one in the same. He did his work for her under the name Donny. He smirked slightly, "But what about you, Ms. Vega, do I need to have a chat with Maggie about your work hours?" He asked jokatively.

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[esme naomi vega]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] HANGING OUT THE WINDOW IT'S ABOUT TO BE A SUGE KNIGHT The Words: one thousand-fifteen The Outfit: fierce The Notes merp! LOL For Esmeralda to be a gun wielding, knife throwing, drug dealing criminal by night she was as normal as it gets during the day. She always sleeps until maybe 10:30 AM and from there she gets up to go to her boxing classes. Esme wasn’t much of a drinker and she didn’t like to mess around with drugs so instead of drowning in her sorrows she found that getting out all of her anger through different forms of fighting was somewhat healthy for her. For seven years she’s practiced martial arts and boxing so oftentimes, not only does she know how to shoot people but she’s also quick with defending herself. Usually after her classes, Esme would go to boutiques and shop for all her favorite clothes. She loved dressing up, in that way she was a total girly girl. IT was interesting because even though she was meant to keep her life lowkey she still managed to dress and look a little “mobby”. Esme didn’t know what it was about the animal print, black, and furs but Esme loved it and that’s where most of her money went to. She enjoyed the finer things in life and went on shopping sprees every day. Aside from shopping for herself, Esme was always somehow connected with a criminal guy. They were the most fun and she loved how dangerous and aggressive they were. Wise guys were really some of the kindest men ever because they’ll buy you cars, jewelry, fine wine, furs, clothes, houses, anything a girl could ever want. Esme didn’t purposefully seek for men to do those things for her but it was something that came with the territory. Living in this lifestyle it’s easy to get caught up in the glamorous side of things—at least for the Italian Mafia because they were the ones Esme knew was for sure rolling in the dough, aside from the Russians but she usually stayed away from them—they were a bit on the mentally crazy side. When it came to boyfriends they were always financially able to take care of her and her sister and while she was sure she wanted a change and to go back home to Mexico she realistically knew that it’d be hard adapting back into a normal civilian life—if her life was every really normal. She grew up around gangs and crimes, the idea of normal was a blessing and a curse. Every once in a while Esme found herself in digs like this 24-hour diner as opposed to going out every night or hanging out in mansions with Italians. Maybe it was what kept Esme humble and normal. Once Esme found herself in even better graces with Maggie Giovanni she offered to let Esme take a break from working as a bartender. Esme turned Maggie down, she didn’t mind working at the bar—she got to know a lot of people and it was hard being around a lot of wealthy gangsters. Yeah they were gangsters, killers, thieves, and loan sharks but their customs and etiquette screamed upper-class. As long as everyone was Catholic, Esme was great. Speaking of needing a break from upper-class, Esme’s cheap but hearty burger arrived just in time. However, Esme wasn’t one to just dig in before someone else got their food and this Donny kid seemed interesting. “I wonder how much longer they’ll be open.” Esme inquired loud enough for Donny to hear as she looked near the back. She wouldn’t mind letting him come over—she heard things about him, only heard though and she wanted to know for sure. Esme was at ease when he reassured her that she was the only Vega he was concerned with. Esme knew that not every organized crime group worked like the Italians did—in the mafia your word is the law, it’s the only thing you have and once you go against your word, well you’ll end up “going for a swim.” Still, Esme trusted him—how different could it be. If you betray someone, anyone in this lifestyle you’ll suffer the consequences. “I do not know what you are talking about”, Donny said while Esme snickered. “Want me to spell it out Siren? This is usually where all the grunts and Mexican gangsters come to play. Not really a place where I’d expect to see you”, she said with a playful glint in her eye. Esme didn’t even like hanging around places like this especially at this time of the night because of the risk of running into some sort of skirmish between the lesser gangs or food poisoning. However, it was easier for her to blend in obviously as she was Mexican and Spanish—well maybe not with the clothes she chose for that day but still. Once he got what he ordered, Esme made herself a little bit more comfortable. She didn’t mind mingling especially with people those who were associated with the Sirens because out of all the organized crime families, they were the ones she didn’t know much about. Esme removed her animal print peacoat but probably stood out even more with her fiery red dress. For the first time that night she smiled and it was actually at a joke he made. “I think we could both go for a change in our work schedules.” Anywhere else in the world Esme would expect people up this late to be groggy or cranky but that wasn’t the case with them. “But really it’s been so long since I last saw you. How are things?” Esme knew that the Sirens were the most volatile and that some of them went rogue a little while back she couldn’t imagine what would happen if the Mafia did that—it was already bad enough there were a couple of rats in recent years. Esme also heard about certain situations with his sister dying but she didn’t exactly know how. “I could only imagine what you’re going through.” It was rare she was this kind but she loved her sister a great deal. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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