``let's not pretend

[robert hugo burns]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #120d39 solid 30px; ] lets not pretend that it’s here, babe OUTFIT: a nice suit. TAGGED: EVIE --- THE WORLD WAS SHRINKING ON ROBERT BURNS AND he was running out of time, or at least that was how it felt to a man who refused to lose everything but kept having doors shut in his face. No, not Robert Burns the famous poet, Robert HUGO Burns, the fireman who the country once called a hero. Do you remember the ship the Bismark? The event people called the "Bismark Tragedy"?The ocean liner that flipped over? No, I don't suppose you would. It was twelve years ago for the rest of the world. To Hugo and the others that survived the destruction though, it happened yesterday. Hugo was 18 when one of his buddies got a job on the Bismark. Hugo hadn't even known their were still ships that went from New York to London but it sounded like a blast to him. He had lived in the New York his whole live, mostly on the streets so the idea of getting out was an attractive one. Hugo had stowed away on the ship. A less than half of the trip their, the ship ran into a storm. A stray wave knocked the ship upside, it was still floating but not for long. It was not the worst moment in Hugo's life, but it was the most frightening. The flip itself killed or injured a lot of the people aboard the ship. The captain told them all to stay in the main ballroom but Hugo couldn't. He wasn't good at doing nothing. There was an emergency call that went out straight away but when Hugo ran into a injured and drunk engineer, the man who designed the ship, he was looking at the now upside down map. He sort of laughed in that panicked and defeated way and told Hugo, it would never hold up long enough for help to get to them. He told him the boat would sink long before they got to them. Hugo was a kid of the streets, resourceful. What do you think he did? He refused to accept that they were all going to sink, but now he knew they could not stay where they were. They had to go. Hugo got the engineer to help him convince about 23 people to try to get out of the ship. Hugo wanted more but no one would listen to him and the engineer was clearly wasted off his nuts. Hugo used the map of the ship's layout to lead people. He was good at reading building layouts and finding the best ways in and out. Always had been. He found a route and did his best but of the twenty-three people who went with him, fifteen survived. He watched eight people die. Died from fires breaking out, suffocation from the flooding, falling or loosing grip while climbing, electrocution when broken circuits hit water... over and over again. The engineer was the first to go. Too drunk, he slipped. Hugo tried to grab his hand but they were wet, he slipped from his hands. There was a point they had to hold their breath and swim for a bit, a woman couldn't hold her breath long enough. Hugo tried CPR, but she was gone. One man had slipped, took a nasty fall. He had survived the fall but the bones in his leg were sticking out through the skin, he couldn't walk, not even with anyone's help. He begged Hugo and the group to leave him. Hugo agreed although it was against his nature, he knew there wasn't much to be done. But before he left, he promised the man he would get his boy out. His son. Hugo promised and he didn't keep it. He tried but the boy got caught in an explosion. The boy was thirteen years old. Hugo's own son was now that age. And his own son was dying. His son had a very rare form of Myocarditis, an inflammation of the heart muscle. There were lots of treatments, every week Hugo had to take him to get a mixture of shots into the chest. His son's name was Ace, and despite the regular treatments, his heart was getting weaker and weaker. Hugo had been told Ace needed to have a transplant to have a change. But a transplant was not covered from hugo's insurance, even as a fireman. He had gone from program to program, sold his car, everything, desperate for anything that could help his boy but every time he thought of something new, it backfired. His son was dying, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Of course, that was not something Hugo accepted. Hugo lost his wife, he lost those people on the Bismark, he lost his family, his son was not going to be added to that list. He refused. He rejected that idea. He would find away. Like right now, he was in a fancy office, at a fancy bank speaking to an account manager, begging for a loan. Hugo knew it was a long shot, banks gave out loans to businesses, some students, but when would a bank give a loan out to save a boy's life? That was what charities were for. And as Hugo's hand gripped tightly on the arms of the black leather seat, he was being let down easy by the corporate banker. Bullshit, like anyone could be let down easy when it came to something like this. Yet another closed door. Hugo stood and nodded before making his way out of the enclosed office to the main hall, the banker stood with him, and caught him as Hugo stepped out of the door. "But, there is this." The man said, handing Hugo a large envelope with some information for groups designed to help people in Hugo's situation, "It might be able to help you more than I can." Hugo nodded and shook the man's hand, "And I really am sorry, Hugo, I know it must be hard for you." Hugo exhaled slightly and nodded again, a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, well... I should go." he replied, biting back his emotion. Hugo then made his way out of the bank and leaned against the wall of the building for a brief moment, taking a deep breath. He had definitely wanted to punch that man in the face. Hugo ran a hand through his hair before pushing off the wall before walking across the street and over about a block, making his way to a cafe and grabbing a coffee, black. He picked a table outside and placed the envelope on the table and looked at it for a moment. He knew what it would all say: "sorry, you're not needy enough." "sorry, you're not a minority" "sorry, the boy isn't deaf" "sorry, because of your other health insurance, you don't qualify" He was sick of reading it, because they were all trying to tell him the same thing, "Sorry, you're son's gonna die." But he wasn't, Hugo didn't like being told he was wrong. He would give it all a chance later in the night, but right now, he just wanted to read the newspaper and enjoy his coffee on a nice Californian day, as he leaned back a bit is his chair and loosened the tie around his neck. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #2c1d1c solid 30px; ] I WANT TO SATISFY THE OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: HUGO ---HER HEELS CLICKED ON THE MARBLE FLOOR OF HER NEW APARTMENT. the phone was clutched tightly in her hand, pressed to her year. "evie, i need more money." it was yvette tucker's younger brother, owen. "owen... i just sent you money three months ago." when she talked, a slight southern drawl was evident in her voice. "where are you even? still in florida?" coughing was heard over the line. "i'm in louisiana, now." yvette shook her head even though her brother couldn't see her. "what's in louisiana?" "new orleans, evie." her younger brother, owen, was a lot like her in some ways. they were both the youngest of six, they both really didn't have jobs, and they didn't have permanent residencies in virginia anymore. they were close, even though they hadn't seen each other in two years. he was living with her in vermont two years ago, but they both went their separate ways when yvette finished her scam to a divorced thirty-something. she gave owen half of her collections. and had sent him money the next two jobs she had been on since then. for all she knew, she was fueling a drug habit. owen was never able to hold a job very long since he was a teenager, so she hope he didn't resort to drugs. "well... what are you doing? job-wise." she heard a chuckle over the line. "i'm not a crackhead, evie. i'm working, at a bar. it's not much, but it's something, right? when can i see you again? on a job?" yvette walked over to her table. four newspapers over the past week laid open in front of her. she circled the articles she was focusing on in red. "not yet. but almost. have you talked to mom or dad?" another laugh. "are you kidding?" now it was her turn to laugh. "right. i have to go, owen. i'll talk to you tonight. we'll discuss the money." she said goodbye to him. she placed her phone on the table and glanced over the newspapers. it was her first time doing a job in california. if it was her choice, she wouldn't have chosen valkyrie, california, since any criminal knew it was the crime mecca capital of the united states now, but it was one lonely obituary that caught her attention. the owner... president, whatever the the valkyrie bank was dead. his only son, hugo, stood to inherit everything. and the inheritance was well in the six-figure range. the only thing that was frustrating to her was that there was no useful pictures of the son. with nothing to go on but a name, it was going to be harder, but over the years, yvette tucker had found herself in more difficult situations. not that she locked the target down, it was all about coming up with her new persona. last chap she scammed, she was penelope, a girl from georgia experiencing life in the midwest. nebraska. she was over that. yvette had already gotten her fake credentials. her brand-new faked california driver's license read: chloe carpenter, female. she never actually scammed someone yet that had recently fell into an inheritance so her back story was going to be something that fit with that. that's why she was renting a rather expensive apartment that was decorated with the best furniture. from the outside, she didn't look like a golddigger, or out for this man because he had money and she didn't. no, chloe carpenter was successfully living on her own and she was doing quite fine on her own. clearly, yvette did have money. she didn't have to do this. she didn't even have a deep-rooted hatred towards men that she's wanted to get her revenge on the entire sex. and she didn't entirely grow up on this. she'd been doing this since she was sixteen, but doing it solo since she was eighteen. it was the thrill, the excitement, the humilation, and the getting away with it. she loved it all. she never looked back on the men either. she was too busy getting wrapped up in the next one to think twice, but she knew all the men before were still thinking about her. she got them good. she bet it still stung. yeah, yvette was a little narcissistic. but she was really good at disppearing. yvette slipped her phone in her purse, and went to the door. she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. "don't get involved." she told her relfection. she said the words everytime before she started the job. it was what her uncle told her. they may get involved with you, but you can never get involved with them. it was complicated to understand, but basically, no feelings. she acted, she didn't feel. she took a cab to the bank. she wasn't even sure he would be here. but for someone that just recently lost their father, there was a chance he'd be around the place his dad worked to feel something. to be like his dad, to see what his father was seeing. to be part of his dad's life even though his dad was dead. or, there was always the option that the son wanted nothing to with his father. yvette was hoping for the former. once she was in the bank, she blended in. hung towards the back, sat in one of the chairs, and pretended to be filling something out, all the while keeping her ears open. everytime she saw some man come in looking remotely important, she'd get up, walk around and investigate. a few more minutes went by before something caught her eye. a man walked out from one of the rooms with someone that looked like he worked at the bank. the man was tall, professional, brunette... well, if this wasn't him, she might as well find out who this guy was, because he was right up her alley. yvette got up and nonchalantly walked closer to the two men. she pulled out her phone, pretending to be checking her messages so she didn'd draw attention to herself. "And I really am sorry, Hugo, I know it must be hard for you." she looked up. bingo. sometimes, the fates were on her side. she watched hugo walk out of the bank and slowly followed after him, keeping enough distance between them so it looked like she was just walking down the street. she slipped her sunglasses on and followed him to a cafe. she picked up a news paper from an empty table outside to use as a cover. she sat down at a table closest to the windows, in the middle. either he was picking up his coffee and leaving again, or sitting out here. either way. she would have her eyes on him. hugo came out coffee and paper in hand and sat a table away from her. yvette pretended to be preoccupied with the paper, but really, she was watching him. he laid the un-opened envelope on the table. he sighed and loosened his tie. there was her opportunity. "tough day?" she asked him and pulled her sunglasses off so he could see her face. UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART

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[robert hugo burns]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #120d39 solid 30px; ] lets not pretend that it’s here, babe OUTFIT: a nice suit. TAGGED: EVIE --- WOMEN, A TOPIC HUGO HAD NOT THOUGHT ABOUT IN A LONG time. A lot of the guys down at the fire station told him it was time for him to "get back on the horse." He had thought about it, he had. He was a guy who hadn't gotten laid since his wife died, of course he had thought about it. He was definitely a hit with single moms too it seemed. You have no idea how vulture eyed single 25-35 year old New York women are when they find out a moderately attractive, devoted father was now a widow. Everyday, it was like he got a new lasagna from another neighbor, who just happened to wear a low cut shirt under her apron in order to demonstrate both her sex appeal and usefulness around the house. Luckily Ace liked lasagna because they got at least four a week for awhile there. These women would come up to him and give him the lasagna because of the hard time he must be having. They would give "heartfelt" sympathies for the loss and offer their help with anything he may need. Ace found it funny, Hugo found it frustrating. They were all vultures. He had just lost his wife and they were throwing themselves at him in some of the most obvious ways possible. Honestly, when Ace got into college, Hugo was happy to move. It was nice to be somewhere where no one in your neighborhood knew much about your history. Plus, from what he had seen so far, the women here were far too attractive and independent to ever be that desperate for a man. It's just, if Robert Hugo Burns, of ALL people could do a decent enough job raising a kid on his own, these women should be pros at it. Hugo did not take any of those women up on their offers. One, none of them were the type of women who would catch his interest in the first place. and Two, he was not ready to move on from Isla yet. He had always said that he had said he found perfection with Isla, and it would be selfish to try again. After all, how many times can a man fall into true love? It just hurt him to think about the future. He was so young, she was so young and she had already been ripped away from him. Taken away with no warning. God, he wished the rest of the world had been able to meet her. She was something else. She was all the generic things people say about their loved ones, funny, smart, kind. But she was sooo much more than that. She was clever and tricky. She kept him on his toes without ever making him doubt how genuine and warm she was. She had a smile that lit up a room. She was the type of girl that cries at happy endings in the movies, but laughs during the sad parts because she finds it awkward to watch people crying. She was never one to care too much about style or how the house was kept as long as it was semi-presentable, and yet believed you could never have too many coasters, collecting them every time she left the city. Even today, when you walked into Hugo's living room, there had to be at least thirty coasters around on side tables and the coffee table. Still, every time he set a glass down without using a coaster, he could still her voice laughing and exclaiming, "The coaster's right there! An Inch away! how hard is that?!" When they had moved into their new apartment after Ace joined their little family, before everything was unpacked and a cardboard box was used as a side table in the living room, she still used a coaster. She had a need for more pillows on the bed than any other person he had ever met. She liked to sit in corners because it gave her the best view of the people she loved surrounding her. Hugo had given her a silver chain when he got her the ring so she could wear it around her neck, because he knew Isla thought rings felt like hand cuffs for your fingers. He knew not to ever buy her diamonds because she didn't "care how expensive or valuable they are, they're still plain, and void of personality." She was someone who was an individual and unique not because they were trying to be different, but because they were themselves. And whenever you are yourself, honestly and with no reservations, you are different and unique. It's not something you have to try to be. Isla knew that. Isla loved that. Her favorite quote was actually from a play called 'Exit of the King' and it was "Nowadays, it's so normal to be abnormal, there's no such thing as abnormality." It's beautiful really. He had loved her. He still loved her. He had a feeling, he would love her for the rest of his life. He hardly noticed other women. Not even physically which was strange. I mean, when asked, he knew when a woman was attractive to him, but he didn't see an attractive woman and immediately have his mind light up with the conscious realization of 'oh she's attractive.' No, that was a rare moment indeed. But it seemed like a rare moment was going to happen in that open aired cafe in downtown valkyrie, as Robert Burns, the man known as Hugo, not the poet, turned at the sound of a female's voice, clearly directed towards him. "tough day?" Hugo looked over at her. She was sitting at the table next to his, her's was located just at the edge of the large open windows of the more european styled cafe. But what made it rare, was that when she removed her sunglasses, Hugo's mind had to stop and actually recognize she was quite beautiful. I mean, thin, blonde, the usual stereotypes for an attractive woman in this society but she seemed to have something more. Her features managed to be sharp and soft at the same time. Her eyes seemed smarter, more clever than the average, a look he was used to in Isla and Ace's eyes. Hugo forced a small smile and nodded glancing back at his table. He turned his head back towards the woman, "You could say that but really, not any more so than usual." He added forcing a small chuckle. Hoping to shrug everything off. He was not the type of guy to give a sob story about his dead wife and dying son to a complete stranger. Even when they asked. He reached down and picked up his coffee. He lifted it to her in a half assed cheers, "This always helps." He added. He noticed she was also reading a newspaper, alone, in a small cafe. "You having a bad day too?" he asked, nodding towards the paper slightly, implying the 'tell-tale' signs. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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TAGGED: HUGO ---IT WAS THE THRILL OF GETTING TO KNOW SOMEONE FOR THE FIRST TIME. it got her every time. she had been through "first meetings" several times now in the past several years and it still hadn't gotten old. of all the men, yvette wasn't in love with any of them. she just... it was hard to explain. she loved without being in love, she felt without feeling, she was invested in the money, the deception, and maybe a little bit of the attention. men treated her with so much appreciation, like she was their saving grace. she was a great actress, and maybe if her uncle joshua was a hollywood producer and not a con man, yvette's life would turn out a lot differently. it was laughable how left her life had become once she hit her teenage years. she didn't regret one bit of it, either, and maybe that was a problem in a lot of people's eyes, but yvette was far past caring what people thought of her. she was just a cautionary tale talked about at family gatherings between her siblings, cousins, parents, whatever. and then men she stole money from? she hadn't seen any of them since the day she left them. she couldn't care less what they thought of her. she was sure she was hated. how quickly people could go from love to hate. she hadn't talked to her parents since she graduated from high school. at least owen still sometimes kept in touch with them, every six months to a year before sending the 'i'm not dead, so stop worrying." yvette hadn't given any of those words. she was sure they heard she was "fine" from what owen would tell them. yvette did feel bad that she stopped talking to her mom, because they were fairly close when she was growing up. her mother knew how much of an influence uncle josh had on her. her mother always kept silent when yvette's dad finally came back home and refused yvette's hanging around the "criminal brother." in short, yvette and her brothers were somewhat army brats when they were kids. their father was a navy seal and always was gone risking his life and taking down secret terrorist groups and what not. he was a hero to most. yvette? well, she was rather selfish when she was younger. she rarely ever saw her father and that bothered her. she wanted a dad that was always there and wanted to be there for her. that was why she grew so close to her uncle. maybe yvette's father abandonment issues was a factor in her job. she did target men and for those six to twelve months, she was completely wanted by them. she was loved. yvette never really thought of it that way, but it did make sense. however, she didn't want to credit her father in her success, so she wouldn't acknowledge it anymore. she was successful because of her uncle who taught her everything. taught her to charm her way to a man's heart, when to break it off, and where to go next. at twenty three, yvette knew she was young and sometimes at night she would think about how long she would be doing this. even though she loved the thrill and the money, yvette secretly wanted a family. since she burned bridges with everyone in her family besides owen and uncle josh, she wanted a family herself so that it was hers and she could do everything for her kids that her parents never did for her. at some point, she knew she would have to give the cons up and try and forget what she had been doing in her twenties, but she wondered if she would ever escape it. what if fifteen years down the road if she ever was married and had kids of her own and she would be up one morning packing lunches for the kids and there would be a knock at the door. what if it was the police and they had figure out everything she had done in the past and she'd be sent to jail for most likely the rest of her life. even if she was never caught, this job of hers would be a secret she would take to her grave. she would never be able to tell her husband and yvette would probably never want to. how could you tell someone you truly loved that you had been pretending to love many men for a number of years for their money? yvette was regretting what she was doing, because it had made her who she was today: strong and independent, but she knew she was too far in to ever stop and pretend none of this ever happened. usually, her ideal man she went after were vulnerable ones. they were the easiest to get to know. yvette had started countless relationships of men who were recently divorced. their hearts were broken and they just needed someone who was a breath of fresh air. yvette was always that woman. though, this hugo man just lost his father, so he was missing a relative. that would be hard. and she really had to think of how she was going to approach that one. her first thought was don't mention the dad ever unless hugo himself mentioned him first. yvette just had to appear as if she was no one in particular who had no idea who this man was. she didn't target men by their looks, but it did help that hugo wasn't ugly. he was actually yvette's, herself, type. tall, brown hair, had that importance vibe, and piercing eyes. she definitely didn't have to look pass his looks. nope, not for this one. yvette smiled as he attempted a cheers to her with his coffee. "This always helps." she nodded, though, she didn't have a coffee of her own. "You having a bad day too?" yvette shrugged and slid the chair out from underneath her. she stood and walked towards his table. slightly bold never hurt. "some days are better than others. may i?" she asked him and motioned towards the chair directly across from him. well, she was being truthful. owen had got her worried again for several reasons, including that she thought that he was lying to her about his "other" interests and "not being a crackhead." she slid into the chair and placed her newspaper in front of him. "you know what my mother always taught me that helped with bad days?" she ran a hand through her hair and smiled, like she was giving away a big secret. "we'd go on the top of our apartment building and scream as loud as we could. always seemed to help. you should try that next time." she nodded and waited a second. "i'm chloe, by the way." and so, let the games begin. 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[robert hugo burns]

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It's just, you see all these portrayals in movies, plays and tv shows of the kids who are given up by their mothers and then the mothers return and tell their children of all the reasons they had to let them go and that it was the hardest thing they could do but it was the best thing for them and a million other things that ended up in mother and child reconnecting. He had never been so optimistic because he could never believe she left him out of love. If she had, she would have left him with a real adoption agency instead of disappearing from the hospital without a word. She would not have given a fake name. So if she didn't leave him because she loved him so much, what was wrong with him? He was less than a day old when she disappeared, and if it was just as simple as she didn't want a kid, what kind of person is pro-life but also believes in abandoning the baby with a very confused and scared nurse when she found the woman missing? It doesn't make sense. But maybe it wasn't supposed to. Perhaps that irrationality was the point. Perhaps she was having a breakdown, perhaps she was paranoid or had other mental issues. Who knew? Hugo was put into a group home afterwards. I don't know if you have ever actually been to a group home but them changing the name from Orphanage to "group home" did not do a thing to the quality. Sure, he had a place to sleep growing up for awhile but everyday, his caretaker got visits from various drug dealers, there was hardly ever any food. The older kids liked to beat on the younger ones and there were shoot outs almost nightly... it wasn't a really good neighborhood. The group home was in Hunts Point. Third worst crime rate in the whole of New York. By six, Hugo was spending most of my time running around Midtown with some of the other kids. They were getting good at pick pocketing. Now while Hunts was a bad neighborhood, the worst crime rate in the city was actually Midtown. All of the tourism made it prime location for the theft, muggings, car jacking, rape, even murder. Midtown was a playground for Hugo and his fellow orphans. When he was seven, he just didn't go back. He left Midtown and ran to Central park. Found a secluded place there and spent the night, decided to never go back. Hugo hated it at that group home. If he was going to be on my own anyways, he figured he should actually be on his own. Orphans turned to crime living in an orphanage before running away and taking to the street? I swear, if you had changed the setting to 20th century London, Hugo's life would have been a Charles Dickens' book. He stayed like that for a long time. Just Hugo and a few other homeless kids. Learning to pick pocket like a pro, doing a few errands for local Bloods, some Sirens and Crypts too. Anyone really. Anything to get by. But he was so angry all the time, felt like life was hopeless so acting any other way was useless. But he did learn how to take care of himself, knew how to get by on his own, even if it meant ever once and a while eating from the garbage can and snatching hot dogs from the street venders and running like hell. He got into a lot of bad situations and almost died more times than he could count. Once, him and this group of kids were hiding out in some old abandoned warehouse. What they didn't know was that the place was rigged to be demolished. They heard the security check and tried to hide. Hugo was one of the only ones that hid by getting out of the place, making him one of the lucky ones. You see, when they do those checks, the people just call out to see if anyones in the building. If you don't respond or get out, they assume it's clear. About three kids died in that demolition and it wasn't until days later when they cleaning up the rubble that they found out. The media surrounding the company in charge of the demolition tried to play it off as some big tragedy but believe me, they all knew no one really cared. That was just so people sitting in their living rooms watching the news could say "oh what a shame" while they ate their steaks and continued on with their evening to make them think they still had an ounce of humanity in them. It was pathetic. The newscaster covering the story even said "luckily, the kids didn't seem to have any families out searching for them." I get it, there were no mourning parents suing the company, well you know what? good for them. But it wasn't lucky for kids who died. They lived alone, on the street, the closest thing they had to family were the kids sleeping next to them in the dirt, after having not eaten in days. They lived and died alone. If that's lucky to the average American, than this country is screwed. It was really only the last ten years of his life that everything shaped up. Coming off of the Bismark Tragedy, Hugo was such a mess, and then Isla came in and saved everything he was. She pushed him to make himself better, she woke him up. He began to work, honestly. His son he never knew he had showed up. They were happy for awhile. They really were. But then Isla died and Ace got sick and Hugo just could not lose anyone else. It would drive him crazy. So while Hugo was a friendly man, trusting, getting close to others? Other than his fellow fireman whom he had to trust his life to, he kept to himself, so when the pretty blonde stood up and came over to his table and asked "some days are better than others. may i?" , Hugo sat up a bit straighter. It was just a chair Hugo, don't overreact. He nodded, "Yeah... um... sure." He replied as he reached over to clear some of the ads and parts of the paper he had not been using, away from her section of table. "you know what my mother always taught me that helped with bad days?" Hugo grouped the pages into a pile before looking up at her for her to continue. "we'd go on the top of our apartment building and scream as loud as we could. always seemed to help. you should try that next time." Hugo smiled and let out a small chuckle. He nodded, "I could, not much of a yeller though. Probably would do it wrong." He said honestly. He had a temper when pushed but he raised his voice without actually yelling. His voice got more intense and more stern but he didn't yell or scream in the classic sense. He offered a small smile as she offered her name. "Hugo. Nice to meet you." He said as he reached across the table to shake her hand. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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TAGGED: HUGO NOTES: late >.< ---YES, what yvette did was seen as illegal. she made men fall in love with her so deeply they'd do anything for her, that they wanted a life with her, and spend th rest of their dying days together, before yvette cheated them from that and stole money or objects that were worth something to her. however, she was modest about it. she had her own rules. her number one rule? well, you know that one; never fall in love. but number two? no triangles. yvette was never a mistress. despite robbing men of their money, yvette did believe that a relationship should only consist of two people, no other... side thing. and getting involved with other women just got messy and they were always suspicious so yvette wouldn't be able to do her job. so, she made sure before she continued this conversation, she looked at his ring finger. naked. of course, this didn't dismiss the idea that if he had a girlfriend, but conversation would provide her with those answers. yvette just didn't like getting involved as a third party. she went for single guys, and she wasn't about to change that. even if hugo was extremely attractive. when it came to the underground crime world, yvette didn't get too involved with it. she didn't pick up contacts and friends on the way, she didn't go to the criminally-known dive bars to get to know the sneaky bastards of each town. when she left a town, she got rid of any traces of herself there. if she left knowing she no longer existed, then she knew she did her job. her only sometimes partner, gwen was the only other criminal she was close with. yvette did almost all of her jobs solo and stealing men for their money didn't require special information or mob hits or computer files. it was just her and her mind and what she was able to pick up on. one thing she got really good at picking up on over the years was body language and vocal cues. when hugo told her she could sit down at his table, he sat up straighter, which usually meant interest or courtesy, but he seemed fluster when he cleared the table of his things so she could sit down across from him. she smiled and crossed her legs at her ankles. she didn't have coffee, all she had was a newspaper she had been pretending to read. "I could, not much of a yeller though. Probably would do it wrong." the yvette in her would have come up with a dozen dirty innuendos to follow up on that including, 'for some reason, i doubt that. i think you'd be a great yeller,' or 'i would really like to test that theory.' but yvette was not yvette. she was chloe. and chloe was sophisticated without being boring, fun without beging raunchy. she was a lady, and ladies don't spread their legs on the first meeting. she shrugged. "you'd never know if you don't try." the corners of her mouth twitched in a smirk. he told her his name was hugo and outstretched his name. "the pleasure is all mine," she said to him. her uncle josh would be so proud of her. if he only knew what she had done on her own. she didn't get to talk to him much since she left home at eighteen. it was hard getting in contact with him since even at fifty, the man had a hard time staying out of jail. he had told her once. "i was born to be a criminal, evie. jail is my reality and being out here is about as foregin to me as spanish." words like that stuck with her. she loved her uncle like a daughter loved their father. she didn't want to see him in jail and when she was younger, she didn't understand why josh wouldn't try and stay out of jail for her. last she heard from owen, he was in jail again for vandalism. seemed petty, but yvette was convinced the older he got the more mad he was become. josh told her that yvette was his best student and he knew it would be hard to keep in touch once yvette broke out of virginia beach. yvette still wish she could talk to him. however, it did help her problem solve on her own, because in the early stages of her jobs there were so many times she wanted to break down and call her uncle for advice. but, she became a stronger person out of it and yvette liked to think that it was her uncle indirectly helping her out, making her a better criminal. "well, i'm sort of new around town," she started. "and i thought i should probably get out of the apartment and meet new people. so far, valkyrie is definitely not like indiana." with the idea of this chloe carpenter just moving to valkyrie, there wasn't a chance that yvette knew the politics and what was going on around valkyrie. even if valkyrie was a bigger city, there was always a circle turning and people knowing things. yvette's last target was in a small town. those were the most challenging only because in a bigger city you just had to worry about the man's inner circle. in those small towns were everyone knew everyone, yvette had to battle rumors of the town gossip. who was this girl? where was she from? what's her story? of course, there was never any trace of her past and that usually turned to suspicion. however, to the love-drunk fool she had wrapped around her finger, he never cared. because he loved her. the town's last laugh would be when yvette disappeared one day with they guy's money, but maybe by now they had forgotten about the blonde girl. hopefully. "i was brought here for an interior design job," she explained. "and who passes up coming to california?" she laughed. and shook her head. "what about you, hugo? what do you do?" UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART

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[robert hugo burns]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #120d39 solid 30px; ] lets not pretend that it’s here, babe OUTFIT: a nice suit for Hugo for Ace TAGGED: EVIE --- HUGO WAS WHAT MANY PEOPLE MIGHT CALL A MODEL CITIZEN. At least now he was was. Hugo was a fireman, a job most people say they respect, although all the cutting of jobs and re-budgeting money away from the fire departments that is going on all over the country might suggest otherwise but not the point. It was a career in which you are paid decently enough to get by as long as no emergencies happen, and you are willing to risk your life to save someone else's. The men at the station were close knit because sometimes their lives depended on each other being brave enough to turn around, face the fire, literally, and help out their coworker. They also had some down time that encouraged them to hang out at the station with each other instead of just hanging at the station alone. They were public servants. Hugo specifically also paid his taxes. He was a single father raising an overly intelligent kid. He was in the news all the time when he was in his late teens because of the Bismark Tragedy, an event that had him labeled a hero. So yeah, the Hugo that met people along the way, the Hugo that sat in front of this new girl, Chloe, he was a model citizen, one of the many prized members of society of whom the heath care system turned their back on due to a lack of proper insurance and a job that he risks his life for but can only just get him by while taking care of his kid. Ace was sick. He needed constant treatments that were no longer working the way they needed to. His body was growing resistant to the treatment and he needs a transplant. He needs a heart. And Hugo could not seem to get anyone to help him get his son's name on a transplant list. It was just a list but he still needed about $150,000 dollars. He had a found a wonderful surgeon who was willing to waive his fee for Ace's surgery but the actual price was still another $250,000. Hugo would be less angry at those prices if the hospitals didn't pay for marble floors and pretty fountains around the lobby and entrances. I mean, who cares? When your child is dying and you can't afford the cost and then see the hospital spending money on fountains with fucking spitting statues or waterfall walls of stones or cable in every fucking room, let's just say it didn't make you the biggest sympathizer for the government or institutions when a person finally decides to screw them over instead of the other way around. For as much of a model citizen as Hugo was now as an adult, he had once been one of those punk ass kids, living on the street, stealing wallets, purses, food, anything he could really to keep himself afloat. And it was probably why, for a model citizen, Hugo was far from the tough on crime type. I mean, senseless murder was one thing but crime to get by, to survive. He understood that. He was beginning to feel that kind of desperate again. He kept fighting it down but all he felt was a determination not lose his son on top of everything else. If he had known who Chloe really was, what she really did, he might not be as open to talking to her but he would not be that type of citizen to rat her out or even judge her all that harshly. He would just have let her be. "well, i'm sort of new around town," Hugo looked up at the blonde as she spoke. Hugo was fairly new too. Sort of. He had been there since late August, moving in just in time for Ace to start the school year, his first semester at college. Ace had always been on of those kids that has a mind to blow you out of the water and it was finally something Hugo was used to. Now, it just feels normal to him to have a thirteen year old son in college. A boy who found Hugo on his own when he was eight because he hacked a computer at the hospital where he was born to find Hugo's name. Hugo was on the streets at eight as well but hell like he would have been able to do that. No, Hugo would have simply kept on trying to get by, in fact that was exactly what he did when he was eight but he was an eight year old who would carry drugs into a school for older street thug type kids. A generation abandoned. He was not smart enough to not need the older homeless kids' help. But Ace? He never seemed to need anyone's help, except for the fact that he could not get his own name on a transplant list. "so far, valkyrie is definitely not like indiana." Hugo smiled and nodded, "Indiana really?" He replied with a small chuckle. "That is not what I would have guessed for you, struck me as more of an East Coaster." He shrugged, didn't really matter. His first guess would have been somewhere on the east coast, not New York, he was a new yorker. But like the Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina territories along the coast. Hugo had really only ever lived in New York city until he came here. As a kid he was homeless, traveling wasn't much of an option. It was why he stowed away on the Bismark in the first place. He needed to see somewhere different. "i was brought here for an interior design job, and who passes up coming to california?" Hugo smiled and nodded, "For interior design probably not many, I only moved here for my kid, I love the weather but I did miss Christmas in New York." He replied with a smile. And it was true, it felt unnatural having Christmas without snow. It felt unnatural having Christmas without Isla, without his wife's hand in his, skating at the rockefeller center Christmas eve while Ace tried to skate in circles as fast as he could while playing some hand held computer game. "what about you, hugo? what do you do?" Hugo nodded and sat up a bit as he felt like his slouching in the chair was getting ridiculous. "I'm a -" He began to state his job when he was interrupted by his cell phone in his pocket, buzzing loudly enough to be heard as well as felt. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell. Shit, it was Valkyrie University's security department again. He looked up at Chloe, "I'm sorry, I kind of have to take this." He said to her in an apologetic tone, he knew how rude it was to take a call when speaking to someone. He flipped open the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello?..... Yes this is him.... he did it again?..... I know, I know I'm very sorry.... yeah I'll come and get him." Hugo sighed and hung up the phone looking at Chloe, "Sorry, that was actually my son's school. " He explained, "The campus is just a short walk up but i need to go pick him up." He added trying to be casual nodding down the street. Hugo pushed himself out of his chair and pushed the chair into the table before smiling and looking at her, "It was nice to meet you Chloe." He said politely before turning away about to leave. Yeah, might have been rude not ask for a number or something but honestly, Hugo just didn't think of those kinds of things lately. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #2c1d1c solid 30px; ] I WANT TO SATISFY THE OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: HUGO NOTES: hope it was ok i did shorter. ---SOME would say that since yvette did these terrible things to men, she clearly had daddy issues. she hated that phrase. the thing was, yvette didn't have a dad, she had an uncle. well, that's not true. she had a dad, but he was never around. she grew up with what people would call an "army brat." her family never traveled from base to base, they had stayed in virginia. her father was a navy seal. yvette knew that was a big deal, she did. but he would be gone for long periods of time, and her mother constantly worried about him coming back in anything other than one piece. while her dad was away, they had uncle josh around, when he could. but then good ol' john tucker would come back from russia or japan, or syria, and say nothing other than to bitch to the kids about something and yelling at josh to get the hell away. so as yvette was growing up, she wasn't the biggest fan of her father and it was no secret that they didn't get along. her older brothers were all over their dad they called a "hero." they all wanted to be just like him, and when they would play "navy seals" in the backyard, yvette always went inside. so maybe, coming from a psychologist's perspective they would say she had daddy issues. but yvette saw them as wrong. she did have issues with her dad, but she didn't have these "daddy issues" if that made sense to anyone but her. she really just didn't even think about him anymore. he was retired and didn't talk to his two youngest children. so she hoped he was happy. yvette actually never wanted to go back to virginia beach. even if sometime in x amount of years when she was done conning, she still had no interest in going back there. she missed her mother, and she really missed all her older brothers. yvette always wondered if she and her younger brother owen were ever talked about on the holidays. if an aunt asked, 'have you heard from yvette or owen?' or if by now, relatives just stopped talking about it because they knew it would be the same answer every time they asked. oh well, it was the nature of the beast. all families couldn't be picture-perfect happy as shit. and the tuckers were not one of them. yvette nodded at hugo when he said he wouldn't have guessed indiana, but rather from the east coast. well, he wasn't off at all. "yeah. 'go hoosiers' was ingrained in my head since birth," she said in reference to indiana university. yvette sort of stopped when he mentioned that he moved out here for his kid. she hadn't dealt with kids yet. well, she had been only doing this for five years, she was bound to run into children at some point. it would be a challenge, you could never know with kids and if they would like you or not and sometimes, that could be a dealbreaker. she was going to ask him about his kid after he told her what he did, but right as he was about to tell her his phone rang. he apologized and said that he had to take it. yvette smiled and shook her head as if to say 'no, no, it's fine.' she didn't want it to seem like she was trying to listen to his conversation, but it was hard not to, because he was sitting right across from her. at first she didn't know, but hugo said he'd come pick him up. sounded like it was his kids. from the sounds of it, his son got into trouble... again. it made yvette believe that hugo was getting calls from his son's school quite often. hugo closed his phone and told her that his son school's was just a short walk from here. but then, he got up and said it was nice meeting her. fuck. she was losing him. she didn't even get his number, and above all, he hadn't even asked her for hers. well this was just a day of firsts, wasn't it? yvette stood up and smoothed her skirt over. she had to think quick. "well, actually, i had to go that way anyway. supposed to meet a potential new client. if you aren't sick of me yet, i could keep you company?" she asked. "at least until you pick up your son." she was really interested in his son, only because yvette quickly realized she would have to change her game plan. she couldn't just be a single woman seducing a man. no, now she had to be... she'd have to like the kid, even if she didn't. god, this was rich. gwen would love this. yvette nonchalantly looked again at hugo's ring finger. nope, still single. she started walking with hugo anyway. "so, how old is your son?" she asked. if she sounded interested, it was because she really was. he was obviously old enough to get in trouble. maybe elementary school? maybe six, seven? she could work with that. UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART

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[robert hugo burns]

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You have not been homeless until you've shoved old newspapers into your clothes to help insulate and keep in heat. You have never been homeless until you've spent all day collecting change in order to buy one sandwich from subway, eat part of it, used it as a pillow on a park bench, woken up and finished it, even if by then it made you sick to your stomach, you eat it anyways because you might not have food for awhile. You never know where your next meal comes from. You never know anything. It terrified Hugo Burns to know that his son had lived on the streets as well. His whole motto had been that he needed to make sure his boy had a better chance in life than he ever did. Honestly? Even if Ace had stayed on the street, he would have had a better shot than Hugo, and Hugo did pretty well for himself. But Ace, with that level of an IQ? He could do pretty much anything with that big head of his. Hugo did not want to seem rude or mean to the woman he had been speaking to, Chloe. As much as Ace was a genius, the boy was also a bit of an idiot. Ace had some problems with authority. He had ever since Hugo had opened the door those five years ago to see a rain drenched eight year old darting into his apartment before he could even say hello. And those issues the smart ass little twerp of his had with authority resulted in a lot of disciplinary calls from different organizations. Sometimes the University... sometimes the police... sometimes from neighbors, restaurant owners, etc. Hugo nodded about to turn and walk away from the pretty woman when he heard her pipe up. "well, actually, i had to go that way anyway. supposed to meet a potential new client. if you aren't sick of me yet, i could keep you company?" Hugo raised his eyebrows a bit surprised. He glanced down the street and then looked back at her and shrugged, "Umm... Sure why not?" He replied with a friendly smile. He pushed his chair back under the table before gesturing ahead to let her go first as they made their way away from the little cafe place. He had only hesitated slightly because he wasn't sure about the woman's motives. Not that he found her suspicious but more, if she was acting interested in him or not. He wasn't quite sure he was even ready to date, he had his hands a bit full lately and he would not want to give her the wrong idea. Even if she was very pretty and seemed incredibly nice. "so, how old is your son?" Hugo smirked slightly, "The lovely age of thirteen." He replied, "Yeah I know, had him a bit young but... things happen." He added on, he honestly did not mind admitting he was a teenage father. The harder part for him to explain was why he didn't know he had a son until that son was eight years old, on the street and hacking into government data bases in order to track him down. That was the complicated part. Hugo turned the corner, walking towards the University. He looked over his shoulder at Chloe. "He has some authority issues, and lately his favorite thing to do is to hack into the school's computers and send stupid cartoons to all of the students on the network." Hugo added before shrugging as they came upon the corner of the University's campus, "Gotta admire the skill though." Hugo muttered mostly to himself. Hugo raised his arm and waved as Ace was let go by some stern looking woman. The thirteen year old kept a hand in his pocket and one on the shoulder strap of his back pack as he walked over. One thing was obvious, the two had the same dark hair, and the same bright blue eyes, other than that? Ace looked much more like his birth mother. Ace chuckled as he walked up to them, "My dad with a woman? and a beautiful one at that." Hugo rolled his eyes, "Put it away Ace. This is Chloe. Chloe, my son Ace." Hugo introduced the two looking over at the blonde woman. Ace smiled, "I also happen to be brains of the duo." "Yeah, and the ego." Hugo added a bit sternly. He wasn't going to deal with Ace in front of Chloe, that would be inappropriate but he needed his tone to be firm so Ace knew he was not ignoring the issue. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #2c1d1c solid 30px; ] I WANT TO SATISFY THE OUTFIT: here. TAGGED: HUGO NOTES: this may or may not have been a piece of crap ---YVETTE had never had to try so damn hard. she didn't want to sound cocky but it was true. everything used to quickly fall into place. she would have already given her number and the date would have already been set. but, no, not in this case. well, she was bound to find someone like hugo. the one so distracted with the the world around him. she could understand since he did have a kid, and priorities were different when you were in charge of someone else. yvette understood that, but she was wondering if she overstepped her boundaries by asking if she could walk with him. she could hear her uncle joshua telling her to get out of this one because this one came with too many clauses. but what could she say? she was looking for a challenge. her past couple stings were a walk in the park, you could say. from the distance to the kid, maybe it would be easier to crack than hugo was letting on. however, she could still here her uncle's voice in her ear. a voice she usually listened to, but not today. hugo did hesitate before saying she could join him and she was worried for a moment. a hesitation usually meant 'i'm not really interested in you.' maybe he actually had a girlfriend. it would make sense. he had a kid, he was older, and she wouldn't be surprised if he was dating someone. yvette actually held her breath until he said she could walk with him. yvette didn't know what she was expecting hugo to say his son's age was, but thirteen was not what she expected. yvette was still knew to valkyrie, so where they were headed she had never been over by. thirteen meant junior high, right? there must be the school nearby. she did notice hugo's face light up when he talked about his son, and she took a mental note. but then he told her that his son liked to hack into the school's system. um... what? sending email to all the students? she hadn't been in junior high for awhile but she knew they didn't have email addresses provided by the school. wait a minute here. that's when yvette noticed the campus they were walking into was definitely not a junior high. it was the college in town. she was surprised. "wow, your son must be really smart," she said to hugo. it was one thing to deal with a kid, but now that she knew his son was probably extremely intelligent, it basically meant she was dealing with two adults. for a moment, she considered this being the first and last time she would pursue hugo. there were too many potential problems. then she saw hugo wave at a kid, who started walking over to them. yvette could definitely see the resemblance. he looked like a nice enough kid. she wouldn't of guessed that he was a little computer hacker. because let's get real here, if the kid ever wanted to look her up, there would be nothing to find, she didn't exist. her i.d looked legit but that's just because she paid a guy handsomely for making up her new identities complete with passport, birth certificate, and a driver's license. he was good, and like she said, she paid him well. "My dad with a woman? and a beautiful one at that." yvette smiled. well, someone noticed, and he was ten years younger than her. "it is very nice to meet you, ace." she said. "you must be quite the kid if you're already in college. bet your father is real proud." she wasn't going to lie, yvette was actually pretty jealous of the kid. she always wanted to attend college, but she just never did. it wasn't that she couldn't afford it, because when she was eighteen, she graduated in the top of her class, and her family never struggled with money, she could have gone if she wanted to, but she got out of virgina quick. besides, chloe went to college, so that would have to be as good as it was going to get. but hey, she's been doing the "real-world" stuff for five years now, seemed like she was doing quite alright. "my little brother used to get into all kind of shenanigans when we were younger. drove my parents nuts." UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART

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[robert hugo burns]

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He was a sensation for a long tortuous few months. All he wanted was to... ignore it. But no, ceremony after memorial after ceremony. The only good thing to come from it was Hugo received an honorary high school diploma. Despite his reservations about the media, a newspaper hired him as a photographer. He liked the photography but he didn't like the job. After about a year, people had moved on to the next tragedy, moths to a light right? I mean this country... it's ridiculous. What kind of world do we live in that shows like 1000 Ways to Die exists? Literally gaining a prophet from people who like to watch the fucked up ways real people have died? What does that say about our society? To all those people, again, watching the news while eating their tv dinners who say "oh that's too bad, that's sad, how unfortunate...." before continuing on. It's empty. Life means something. Post traumatic stress, depression, drinking too much. He was that hero guy from once upon a time from the Bismark tragedy people had loved and forgotten, because no one apart from the survivors and the families of those who were on board, actually cared. Then Hugo met Isla. Isla was this redheaded, spitfire. She was passionate and loving. He had never met someone like her. And her family, they were amazing from the way she told it. Her parents had died a long time ago but she still kept in close contact with her siblings and her cousins. They all accepted Hugo. They were making a family. Most girls he had been with since the Bismark would run out after the first few dates. He was too depressed, too angry, too emotionally stunted. Yeah, that last one was his favorite but he didn't know what to say to them most of the time. If they asked about the Bismark he would be frustrated. If they asked about his life before bismark he would be embarrassed since he had been homeless for so long. He had nothing he could talk to them about in his life. Nothing to say. Nothing to know. Isla stuck by him though. Actually called the girls he had been with self centered bitches since "he had a right to be POed about what happened." When he woke up from the night terrors, she would get up, rub his shoulders, kiss gently, make him tea that he never drank. Isla had the cutest habit of constantly making tea. It didn't matter that no one ever seemed to actually drink it. She still made it. A lot of the time she would make it for herself, take a few sips and forget about it. She was all the more adorable for it. It was the little quirks he missed the most. He hadn't had anyone more important in his life show up until Ace. Ace and Isla had even gotten along wonderfully. He actually behaved a bit better when she was still alive, and when he wasn't as far along with his heart condition. When the treatments seemed to actually do him some good began to have less and less of an affect, he got progressively worse in his behavior. "you must be quite the kid if you're already in college. bet your father is real proud." Hugo laughed and nodded slightly, "Would be if he'd stop hacking the computers mainframe." Ace smirked at rolled his eyes, "Dad, think of it as me doing them a favor. Now they'll go in and up the security, I'm an innocent party, testin' the system." Hugo nodded and reached over to the boy put his arm around him, "Oh yeah, innocent hacking. didn't know that existed, you are smarter than me." He replied sarcastically, he inhaled some air before glancing at Chloe and smiling before looking down at Ace "We'll talk about this later though, don't think you're not in trouble." Hugo added before beginning to walk down the sidewalk. He looked over at Chloe as she spoke, "my little brother used to get into all kind of shenanigans when we were younger. drove my parents nuts." Hugo nodded, "Yeah, might be an only child but I think I can relate." Hugo said as Ace slipped off his arm, got a bit ahead of them to walk backwards facing them and put up his hands, "Wait there now toots - " Ace was interrupted by Hugo, "Don't call a lady toots, you're not from the 30s and it's rude." Ace nodded, "okay yeah whatever but babe" hugo rolled his eyes as ace continued, "What I do isn't shenanigans, what I do is art that happens to offend people." Hugo shook his head slightly at looked at Chloe, "He gave me a similar speech trying to justify pick pocketing people." Ace turned back around and walked forward, "Hey, that's a refined skill, that can be creative in nature. therefore it is art." Ace replied, saying as though it was a fact. The world that we knew disappeared long ago

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[yvette romaine tucker]

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TAGGED: HUGO NOTES: yay! --- SHE grew up in a vacation city. virginia beach was always a large attraction because of the beaches, the hotels, and the restaurants. her family settled there because one of the navy seal's bases was located in virginia beach. yvette got a job down on the beach front when she was a teenager. she worked in a shop with virginia beach shirts and trinkets everywhere, aka, it was a tourist's favorite store. especially during the summer she got to see an array of different people, families, different stories and backgrounds. maybe this was where she got her inspiration for her different personas. she was like an author who literally lived through the characters she created. that might sound odd or weird, but to her, it gave her the ability to continuously change herself. sure, she hadn't been yvette tucker since she was eighteen years old, but she didn't mind. every time she ran into owen, of course she was exactly as he would remember her. at least that was a good sign. she still knew who she was no matter how many other people she had been. when you completely forget who you really are, then it's time to hang up the hat and call it a good run. yvette never had too many friends in high school. at the time she was relatively close to her older brothers, and especially close to her younger brother. she attended one of the smaller private schools where there had always been two type of girls all four years. they were either going to graduate to go to college, or graduate and marry their boyfriends, start a family, and just be a full-time mother and wife. yvette wanted neither of those things. besides, despite being the largest city in virginia, the communities were close. you couldn't get away with much without everybody knowing up it. the tuckers were a big family, and their father was somewhat of a hero to the united states. not to mention, the "hero's" brother was seen as a major fuck-up. no one really knew how to take the tuckers. on one side of the coin they were determined, patriotic, and had kids that were going to go places. too bad yvette and owen pretty much fucked up that trend. she was happy for her older brothers though, they all had fantastic jobs with fantastic wives, and fantastic kids. yvette had just become that girl that was always going to prison to visit her convict uncle, smoking outside even if it was a smoke-free campus, and was sometimes a nasty bitch to her classmates. maybe that was why she never had many friends. hm. then there was her guidance counselor who made it his mission to get her to apply for colleges because her tests scores were so high. he made the mistake though about calling her house. one of the rare occasions her father was actually home, had answered the phone. that was another argument she had when she got home. yvette knew the counselor meant well, but he just didn't know how much of an asshole her father was. so that had been another conversation she didn't want to her have. by the time she was a senior in high school, her older brothers were either currently in college or graduates from college. to her father, he didn't understand why she wasn't interested in going to college because she was clearly smart enough to go and do whatever she wanted. he said she had to go, and that had just solidified her decision to not go. her running trend was always doing the opposite of what her dad wanted her to do. hugo and ace started walking down the sidewalk and yvette started to look around the street they were on. she could tell she was going to need to find this supposed building her "potential client" was in. she noticed some office buildings at the end of the street, and decided that was where her client was. ace ran a head of them and turned around, calling her toots and hugo scolding him for that. he settled for 'babe' which made yvette laugh. at least he had character. "What I do isn't shenanigans, what I do is art that happens to offend people." he actually brought up a good point, even if it was technically illegal. hugo told her that ace had given him the same kind of speech. "Hey, that's a refined skill, that can be creative in nature. therefore it is art." it made her think. hacking into mainframes was a skill, because not everyone could do it. same went for what she did. not everyone could con men and most importantly, not everyone could get away with it like she could. "a creative art or not, our government sees it as illegal and unfortunately, you just have to follow it." or cover your tracks and cheat the system by never getting caught. they came up on the building yvette was going to claim she needed to go into. she saw that it was a dentist office. oh well, she could work with that. "well. this is where i get off," she said and stopped at the entrance. she wasn't going to lie, she was wondering why hugo hadn't asked for her number or something. even though, it did make sense if he had a son to take care of. she wasn't giving up, oh no. she'd just have to come up with another game plane. another "accidental" run-in, this time though, they would know each other. "it was very nice to meet you hugo, and ace," she said with a smile and a slight nod, "you have made my afternoon very enlightening." UNDISCLOSED DESIRES IN YOUR HEART

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