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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 27, 2015 1:00:42 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | Why was this happening? Whose toes did they step on to earn a twist of events like this, to make them kneel in worry? Was Jacob's poisoning the punishment for...that? He did not deserve any of this ugly turn of tables! Ruby thought on the spot that if there was anything she could give away to help him, she would. She would do anything to avoid seeing Jacob die, Max too; she became so attached of them, their whole friendship thing was their own weapon of destruction. This is the exact fucking reason why you should have kept on being a fucking toy soldier! No one to risk your life for, and no one to risk their own for you.
That thought- What if, in case Jacob didnt go straight at the man, White would have targeted herself? Could it be that, without them both realising it, Pierce might have saved Red from the same fate? From getting injected with a misterious substance?
Ruby shook her head, pressing her lips together in an almost painful way, her frown expressing more worry than anger. Jacob could not die from this stupid serum. "I'll take it out, don't worry, Jacob. All will be fine." It all sounded like desert promises, but Red kept telling herself that he did not have anyone's permission to die. He just couldnt. Life without Jacob would be....
At the sound of a car approaching the two, Ruby's panicked glare flew towards the cop, her heart skipping a beat in relief. God knows what would have happened if Max did not come, or if he was maybe a minute later. "I dont know, I dont know, we need to get him to the hospital!" The blonde's voice went from shaky to expressing some steel determination. Being weak was not an option, yelling or crying wont help Jacob for sure.
Once the mercenary was in the car and Ruby sat right next to him, keeping her eyes on him constantly. The little Max was frantically jumping around, wanting to play, but it was really not the moment, she couldnt even look once at the dog. It was not her main focus. Madden turned on the police siren, and it really made a difference for the time they took to get to the hospital.
On the way there, Ruby was trying to hold Jacob close to herself, to try to lean him against her side or front, so when the car moved, he wont bang his head against anything. A hand was constantly on his cheek now, but it really just brushed to his neck to keep his pulse under watch. "He.." Blackwood inhaled, swallowing hard, while her lungs inflated and deflated too fast for a normal breathing pace. "..uh, someone injected him something, I don't know what it was, Max.." Red shook her head a bit, feeling her voice shake again, but she shut up just in time. If Jacob stopped moving or trying to harm himself, she would be keeping his head in the crook of her neck and gently caress his curly hair, worry taking over her features again. "...You'll be ok, Jacob.." You won't die on my watch.
The puppy had lost his interest in playing with the two criminals, seeing as none responded to his attempts of toying. Ruby would have to give the puppy a big hug soon, whenever Jacob was safe and sound again. Blackwood felt pure guilt crawl up from her stomach through her throat, nesting itself there like some sort of parasite. She should have been more careful. Should have had his back. The thought that she broke one of her family's rules was haunting her now, never screw over your partner. Jacob could have been just fine now if they were more careful, more..focused.
The hospital came into view, and the woman wasted no time as Max got out of the car and ordered her to get help. She had put the damned syringe in her purse too, to be able to look into whatever substance's details, later when she'll be home again. She rushed through the hospital's doors, running to towards the help desk but screaming from her run "We need a stretcher! Somebody got drugged! Please help!" to waste no time. The person at the desk demanded a bed in the ER to be emptied and the closest avbailable medics to rush to help the two men that would soon walk through the doors too. When they'd be close, Red would go back to open the glass doors for Max and Jacob, darting her glare from the mercenary, to the cop, the nurse pushing a stretcher closer and everyone running around like crazy.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 27, 2015 0:59:03 GMT 2
Max Madden was a cop, he must have seen lots of shit through his career, there was a possibility that he had stumbled upon mentally ill persons before. Whether he had handled the situations right, screwed up or really just did not meet anyone like that, Ruby always considered him to be a man with experience, in his area of expertise and much more. She really respected him for being able to serve the law and have enough self control to be thankful to see someone behind the bars, not lifeless. If he ever said he understood her fright, she would be skeptical at first, but who knew what polished the rough edges of the man and turned him into who he was today? "Because he cares about her and he went through some shit too." The man's words echoed in the woman's mind, if she hadnt been paying attention, she could have sworn those were her thoughts and hers alone. The stubborn part did not surprise her, nor it got a reaction out of her. She knew that much, he was stubborn, witty, an idiot in the nicest way though. "What kind of stuff?" Ruby was usually too curious for her own good, but when there was information available for being learnt, from either Max or Jacob, her curiosity reached new levels. She wanted to understand them, to avoid hurting them. A brow lowered itself while the other cocked in a questioning manner, her glare fixing on the cop's hands for the time being. What was he trying to do? Use animal language, show himself unarmed? Red wasnt thinking of this all as sme stupid kid game, but taking it seriously and in detail. Oh, all those reasons they provided, in their attempt to prove their supremacy and install fear and respect in the law's man, Ruby regretted little of them, and the piece that was always brought up was the carving of the cop's skin. Was it necesarry? Yes, if they wanted to be in the same position as they were now, all three- friends, not enemies. If she didnt know better...she would say Max was sick too. They called it Stockholm Syndrome, and it was a nice way to explain your suicidal desires to befriend the ones always hurting you. She wouldnt blame him though. Was that what he meant byh all of them being mad? Did he know about his owm stuff? "You were right, Max. You're mad." Her glare expressed worry, but in a more playful, probably eerie manner. She looked up at his eyes then, and gave him a little nod, feeling like he had broken down yet another barrier. "It's not your fault." Not the Stockholm, not her PTSD. None of those were his fault, and he should be aware of that.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 26, 2015 22:21:44 GMT 2
 one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. It hurt like shit, man. Her arm wasn't even categorized as "fallen asleep" anymore, but hibernating or something worse. It felt like from her shoulder to the tip of her fingers, her left arm had been crushed under the weight of a 100kg marble block, dipped into ice and cut off from the joints. The pain was for sure not that horrible, but it induced those fucked up dreams to the blonde. And frankly, being hungover didn't help much either. Not only her arm, but her head hurt as well. The morning after was the worst invention ever.
It was like her brain had cramps, something up there contracted and kept itself tensed for a few seconds, then it relaxed again only to continue the painful loop. Beer, vodka, pizza and those two = worst combination ever. At least, for today and maybe tomorrow (but hopefully not) or for how long this hangover would last.
The room had lost its high temperature, the forgotten open window in the kitchen was like a life saver. And though, it was still warm, all around her, some heat surrounded her like more layers of a blanket, or more pillows.
Damn these pillows were heavy.
What the actual hell were those filled with? Fucking rocks? Ruby couldn't comprehend much of this situation, her mind was still a bit slow, her senses were just trying to recover from being bathed in alcohol, but she was damn sure of one thing: she couldn't breathe. As she regained her renses, signalling the process of waking up, the woman realised she felt a bit chilly, on the edges. With the arm stinging, one leg cold and the other wrapped around someone else's , her neck and face were warmed by the little blanket her golden locks made up. But someone was sitting on top of her in a less than comfortable manner. Whoever it was, they were pressing their weight on top of her chest and belly, giving her a fairly familliar sensation of suffocating. Her heart began racing,
and thank god she woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the light and trying to focus on the first object to come in sight- her bedroom's door. Her sleepy glare tried to shut itself down again, to go back to sleep, even if the surrounding, annoying pain wouldnt let her. Her brows furrowed together in a displeased look, away from the men's eyes hopefully.
Someone groaned. What. Who groaned?? It wasnt her! Ruby's free leg slowly retracted, moving itself on top of the other one and feeling some out of place heat right on her thigh. She trapped that hand there when she adjusted her position, untangling her own and Max's leg and crossing them on the sheets. Why was that hand there. Whose hand was that?? She couldnt even attempt to open her eyes again, she felt too fucked up to care to look around.
Now someone talked. Oh god, what the actuall hell was going on? Red's numb arm began that awful process of 'coming alive', giving her the sensation of having a blurred TV's screen instead of her limb, hundreds of ants walking on her skin. That was even nastier than the pain, geez. Her hand tried to twitch, Ruby's fingers attempting to close in a fist but failing, funny feeling. The voice sounded familiar, it was recognisable, could it be Jacob's? She wasnt sure. But that hand now between her thighs had to move. The woman inhaled deeply, the urge to stretch her body invading her mind while her now usable hands tried to move against whoever the fuck was crushing her, to push them off of her. "Move that hand or lose it." The threat came in a low toned whisper, since that was all she could manage at the moment. Keeping her eyes closed was also a defense mechanism. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 25, 2015 20:09:34 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | Too much was not good. That could be seen on the spot, with two professionals having one single task, and failing at completting it. Whoever wanted this contract done must have thought that two assassins could complete the assignment better, and faster than one alone. Well, not when you put two emotionally wrecked criminals on the same job apparently. If Ruby hadnt been now full set on making White's life a tad bit shorter, she would have probably began blamimng herself for accepting this invitation. But on that..it was Jacob who called her anyway. Though throwing blame sounded like betrayl, and she restrained herself from stepping over her morals.
God this guy was annoying as hell. Hitting back, dodging and managing to do a great job at keeping Jacob at bay, this Jack was no usual target. He and Pierce were in a really nasty brawl, and as Ruby rushed to retrieve the knife from the wall with a strongly violent pull, she threw it again at the target, hoping to put the fact that he was occupied eith Jacib - to good use. If he never saw the knife coming, he would be easier to kill. The blade hit the man's shoulder, a noise coming from his mouth. Red's aim was affected by her thumping heart, but the raging pulse and by Jacob's effect on her still present.
Both men lunged towards the little table, one after the other, and as the mercenary's knife dug itself into White's arm, it was all a mess. Jacob got stabbed in the neck with some syringe. Ruby pulled out the silenced gun at the target who was getting up and rushing to escape. Pierce lost his balance, and the blonde was watching alarmed as he did so, moving her attention from the guy running away to her partner. He was down, and pulled the syringe away from his neck, making Ruby's eyes widen in worry. What was in that needle?? The woman crashed on her knees at Jacob's side, a hand over the side of his neck and one still holding the gun aimed at the man, now next to the doorway. A silent bullet grazed White's butt before he was out of the room, out of sight.
Blackwood lowered the gun frustrated by this fail, and bent over Jacob, cupping his head with her hands. "Jacob, Jacob, look at me. It's over, you're fine, Jacob listen." A palm got glued to his cheek, her thumb resting in his cheekbone while the other hand reached quickly for the phone in her purse. All that, while she looked at him, talking, desperately trying to keep him awake or catch his attention, to avoid..ugh. He'll be fine, Ruby. He's Jacob. It will take more than some shitty roofie to bring him down. The blonde was keeping herself somewhat calm, while internally she wished to be able to scream, to push the furniture over, gut this Mr White like the filthiest of fish. "Jacob, you're fine, look at me. There's nothing wrong with you." Calming him down would be the best option, rather than having him panic, while a very familiar number had been speed dialed. Once he picked up the phone, Ruby would request the man's help. "Max, emergency. The university hotel's back alley. We need a ride to the hospital fast." There was really no time for explaining, the unknown serum could be fatal, it could be not, and Ruby felt desperate for the first time in 6 years. She tossed the phone back in the purse while her hand never lefr Jacob's face, and sneaked the free arm around his body from under his arms, trying to lift Jacob from the ground. "Come on, Jacob, you'll be fine, Max is coming to help us." Her voice was shaky already.
The knives all around, it didnt matter now, not even the blood around, not even her gun on the ground, she would call that helper from earlier to tell her to pick up all the weapons and try at least to clean the place. But not now, her main priority was Jacob. She choose to tell Max Madden to meet them in the back, since that exit was closer to their current position in the building, and because no one should see someone getting carried out like dead meat. Oh god, Ruby stop. He wont die. He cant die, he cannot. She was unsure by now if he was still awake or not, but if he went numb that would let her know.
Soon enough, after getting out of the building, Ruby would be waiting to spot Max's car in the street, while trying to lean Jacoib against the hotel's wall for a minute. Dammit he was heavy. At least she didnt have to get him on her shoulders, but drag him out while keeping his arm over her shoulders and his body as close as it could be, to avoid having him slip, fall or god knows what else. If Max would be there already, she would look at him for help and get closer to the car to put Jacob on the backseat. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 25, 2015 1:07:13 GMT 2
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notes: "the talk" max pls | She didnt mean to actually hurt him by bringing up the part with the puppy, but she had seen injured pets in animal shelters who just never got adopted or given a chance to a normal life because of their physical problems. Red secretly feared that now that Max knew about her..issues, he would treat her differently. There was already in his vision a soft Ruby instead of the one cutting his cheek at the harbor, she did not want the friendly image to get replaced too with the picture of a weak little girl.
He did not look or sound like he'd turn his back on her this instant, though you could never be too sure, she thought. In all honesty, Max sounded like he wanted to listen, help and perhaps comfort the woman. Her pride dumped poison in her mind, Red wanted to tell him how she didnt need anyone's "pity" or assuring words or anything at all. Since everytime someone found out about her disorder, the woman just distanced herself from them, she was pretty unsure in this moment if her reaction was making this a big deal. It wasnt for her...
Honestly, Blackwood didnt really expect him to understand her reasoning for all her actions of trying to push people away. Sooner or later, he'll regret not staying away, she knew that. What will happen if he will witness one of her PTSD episodes? Zoloft, or at least that's how she thought the medicine was called, had times when it didnt even work on her. The side effects were panic attacks, but if this was what she recieved as a treatment, she had no choice.
Ruby took out some sterile patching cloth and a square-ish cotton buffer from the same kit, placing them on top of each other and looking for some basic cotton in the closet. "I dont want you to have to see..stuff." That's what I'm talking about, Max. The continuation never followed, and Red still kept her back at him for defense. She took out two pieces of cotton and rolled them a bit, sticking them into each nostril gently to have them absorb the blood. Then she placed the patch made earlier on her nose, stretching the ends of the white cloth on her cheekbones and sticking two pieces of whatever kind of duct tape there was provided in the first aid kit. (obviously something used in sterile surroundings, hospitals and such) Now that the injury had been taken care of, Red closed the closet and turned around, towards Max. Maybe he was right? Maybe talking about stuff helped? But that was a lie she often told people too. On others it looked like it worked though. Her hands were glued between the closet and her back, while she looked down at nothing in particular. What prickled her curiosity was how he continued to use names, quotes and words, in different occassions, from this tale, this book. Alice in Wonderland, if she wasnt mistaken. She had read it twice in Hebrew, and once in English, but couldnt understand Max's obsession with it. So if he thought a talk from character to character would help, why not speak in his language? "How do you know..." Ruby began, with a simple quote, and added her own part just as he did. "...that I can be helped?" And why would he even waste time with her?
She stopped feeling threatened when his voice sounded softer, like one of a big brother casting his protective shadow over his little sister. The blonde looked at him for a moment when he would be searching for her eyes, with a worried look,fueled by the thought that he'll regret his choice to help when she'll turn out to be a lost cause. But there was this hopeful, and also thankful glimpse in her orbs, redirected at the man. Why in hell did he have to be nothing like a jerk in her eyes? Would have been so much easier to reject (so avoid being so) a douchebag. Darn you Madden and your niceness. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 25, 2015 0:58:25 GMT 2
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notes: Ryry PLS | Sassy as usual, Mr King wasted no time in invading the current site of the blonde, where all the searching for stuff potentially being left behind by accident was taking place. "Pfff, now it's a crime to miss your gun." The woman put her hands at her chest and waved them in a short motiont to express the "gravity of the situation". An idiot an usual, but that was just how Ryan was. The two didnt need formal greetings, straight poses or other unnecessary stuff; at least not in the warehouse. Between those walls, Enigma acted, hanged and spoke like a family. Outside of the headquarters, the respect was shown and the way they respected orders screamed discipline, obedience in special but also loyalty. The Bianchi on the other side, only yelled money, women and drugs. Chicago wont have much longer to suffer anyway.
Ruby would have been lying if she'd say she did not respect Ryan, or if she said she was somehow annoyed by anything he or Enigma did. The man was like a bigger brother to her, sometimes coming off as a father figure also, but seriousness or one's lack of humor was disgusting for the blonde. She felt so lucky to be constantly surrounded by fairly off-balanced people (crazy ones as anature or just really great and humorous persons) , it was almost relieving. She'd probably go mad in the first week of hanging with boring people. The asshole nickname wasnt new. Ruby smiled at it, though her lips formed a smirk in the end. "Not sure, I heard it's the migrating season. They might just be passing by, give them a day or two." Red shrugged with the same clueless expression, copying the man's dismissive wave too, like it was no big deal with these boxes around.
True, all parts of Chicago were the best. And hopefully they'll all be Enigma's best sides of Chicago. She decided to lean against the frame of the door while the man kept walking around to inspect stuff, and cocked her head curiously as he questioned her again. "You really dont remember? I told you a few days ago that I got a place, 20 minutes away from here. I can make that 5 with the car though." The blonde looked a bit confused on why Ryan appeared so clueless, but she chose to continue and refresh his memory, maybe. "I believe you were doing some paperwork when I came in and told you, I did notice you were absent minded, I just thought that maybe you were at least half listening. Man, you're getting old." The Israeli laughed, not really meaning that at the end. Red pushed herself away from the doorframe, grabbing a pocketknife from her belt and cutting a pieceof duct tape from the roll initially on top of a box. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 24, 2015 23:26:51 GMT 2
outfit ;x words musenotes: no kill for late pls | No breaking in unless it had an important reason behind it.. Define important She wanted to say, but it will be in vain anyway. Important for Max peobably meant if the planet caught on fire or if the PD got attacked or if any of the two had a life & death problem. For Ruby though, important meant waking Max up early and enjoying some quiet morning while drinking coffee; going on a murder spree with him and Jacob, and so on. Their happiness was important, that's what Max forgot. All three needed to be content with their moods. He shouldnt be surprised if he got visited in the middle of the night by a Ruby feeling too lonely in her own home or just wanting to check up on Max. She'd start doing the same to Jacob, once she figured out his darn adress.
"Disappear? And leave the pup unsupervised, all into your care? We're not that sadistic. We'll be at a call's distance if you need us." Ruby reassured with a subtle smirk, only teasing Max. She believed he could take care of lil Max by his own too, but a small push at the beginning wont hurt.
Ruby watched carefully as Max moved onto opening the present box, her orbs darting from his hands grasping every object, to his expression or actions. The stuff for the puppy was also like a little push forward, for Max to get more comfortable and used with the idea of now having a pet. "Shh, the puppy's innocent!" Blondie hovered her index in front of her lips in a 'silence!' manner, frowning jokingly at Pierce while still smirking. Just like a parent telling someone that their kid is not old enough to hear, see or know about certain stuff. The next things in the box were more for Madden's mental sanity, something to keep him chuckling maybe rather than just giving him a monotone gift. "I dont need an excuse, Jacob." Red joked with a silent chuckle, raising a brow at the mercenary in a teasing way. If he went on with his mocking and innuendos, why should she be the quiet one? "The Batman ones were string only." That was a lie, she didnt actually find Batman themed underwear. She did find Superman and Flash (even Hulk, but they were plus size and the innuendo would be terrible) but those werent much of a deal. Max did like to compare her to some Harley, and when she asked the clerk about that, she got this pair and a weird glare.
Reminders were priceless. Max should be glad they didnt decide to renew his scar. Ruby shook her head amused by the two's comments, and looked curiously at what Pierce handed Max. A nicely wrapped box, it looked heavy too. Ruby's first guess was that the mercenary had packed some pretty weapon for Max, but when he'd open up the present, she would be actually surprised by Jacob's gift. Books were the greatest of presents, really. And it looked like she wasnt the only one thinking about giving Max some necklace, which was rather hilarious. But on a second look ..was that a book about cats? "Jacob and his foreseeing abilities dammit." Plotting against Max?
...who knows?
But what really intrigued her, was the fairytale book. Now when Ruby looked back at everything, Max had called her and Jacob all sorts of things related to that tale. Bunny, Queen of Hearts, Cat - maybe actually hinting at the Cheshire? Why so blind, Ruby? She was curious on how Max would react.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 24, 2015 21:52:10 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | It was impossible for her to think about what Jacob's mind could be wondering about, what his instincts told him to do or not, this was one of the moments when Ruby wished to be able to read other's minds. Red prefered to refer to this all as some erotic love of the moment, because going as far as calling it an infatuation or love in the word's real meaning was practically impossible. You could not fall in love from just one..perfect kiss, Ruby did not believe in such thing. Her thoughts were too stretched out for her own good, trying to explain what was happening to her, to them both, was futile.
Had Jacob ever been associated with a drug before? If not, this would definitely be the first time someone would call him that. His presence, effect on her was mesmerizing. Feeling like you could live only under the man's touch, breathing the passion or dying if the kiss got broken, this was a whole new drug. It was so enthralling, the feeling practically begged for Ruby to continue this all, to enjoy Jacob's whole being until it would be too late for their sanity to be saved.
Checkpoint reached.
How he teased her through the seven hells and back, his touch lurking at the edge of the blue cloth and only allowing her to imagine a hell lot of "what ifs". What if he had stepped away, or pushed her back, as soon as she had stumbled against him? What if they never actually checked this room out? What if.. What's done is done, Ruby. The woman broke her own chain of thoughts, choosing to stop questioning everything.
The short moment of eye contact proved them both how they were speechless of their own behaviours, and their sudden drive, urge to break free from their chains, impressions and to attempt to ease their minds in this greedy act. Because it was all fueled by greed, to achieve happiness and pleasure by using each other. They became tools of their own destruction.
You learn how many swear words you know in moments like this, when you get intrerrupted in a very rude manner by a bastard that should have been dead already, Ruby concluded. For his manner of breaking in like that he deserved to be beheaded, get his head sewed back to his neck and then thrown at the sharks. After being headless again, obviously. There was no greater crime in Blackwood's opinion than walking in on two people enjoying themselves, and ruining their fun. That, and betrayl of course..nothing compared to that.
Jacob was quick to regain his senses at the sound of the target's voice, and surprisingly enough he did not hesitate much before advancing to get this job done. He pushed the woman to the side, and the blonde leaned against the dresser for a second to get her heel free again, her gun pointing at White now. "You douchebag." Red muttered, annoyed by the fact that the snob had to break their moment. The dipshit with the mission said he wanted an accident, well how about the headline "guy gets shot between his eyes for walking in on two assassins making out"?! No, that wont work. Ruby's eyes darted from Jack White to Birdy while she switched her gun with one of the knives she had in her bag, throwing a blade at the target's head.
And missing.
She was on the verge of raging. The blade had contact with the guy's shirt collar, pinning him against the wall violently, probably giving Jacob some bonus moments too to regain his breath after struggling with the target.
Red swiftly moved her hand to the dagger at her ankle, hurrying closer to the two and aiming to throw the knife at one's chest.
For god's sake, this was getting annoying.
Either White was no stereotypical snob, or this was a trap or he was just a natural at escaping assassins. It took his less than a moment to rip himself away from the wall, with a piece of the white cloth still hanging there stuck, and he lunged for a small coffee table near, diving for something none of the criminals had noticed before. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 24, 2015 21:09:35 GMT 2
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notes: Ryry PLS | She was in a good mood, a particularly good one. You could tell by how she was rotating around and skipping around the room to get stuff done. Most of that was because the cargo pants were her guilty pleasure, and because they made any individual feel super free in their movements; but the other reason was just because Ruby finally got her own place.
Enigma's warehouse was great, don't get her wrong, but it just lacked..privacy. Red didn't need privacy for 'girly reasons' , no, that was bullshit. She needed it to deal with her own stuff alone and to stop thinking that every once in a while, someone could enter her room and witness an 'episode' , or just her being awfully gore-ish (cleaning bloody knives, clothes). It was Enigma though, no one flinched at the sight of any of those, but still Ruby didn't get the feeling of having privacy.
Awfully quiet - that was basically how the warehouse turned out to be whenever the members were at their own places or out with missions. Ruby hated excessive silence. It only meant that her mind will start to generate random thoughts and she knew that at some point they'll just turn on a wrong path. Blackwood felt bad though, for deciding to move out of her corner of heaven in the warehouse; away from the others; away from Ryan. She was his right hand, she needed to be at his disposal 24/7 , you never knew when trouble arised. But the blonde would only be at a phone call 's distance.
She got lost with all the packing around, stashing box over box, labelling them and sealing them shut so they wont fall and have their contents sprawled around if they fell. Now she only had to pack the last moment stuff, such as her favourite daggers and some gun she had forgotten under her bed."Gee, I looked all over the place for you, two weeks ago. I'm so sorry I declared you gone.." Ruby crouched and took out the weapon, hugging it at her chest. The safety was on too, which was good. The sappy moment was intrerrupted by someone's pacing around the warehouse's halls, and lately their voice. The intruder turned out to be just Ryan, luckily.
"Morning to you too, your highness." Ruby greeted jokingly, giving up an amused huff. "I think they're boxes, but what do I know?" The woman would strap her gun at her side, get up and walk towards her leader while folding her arms at her chest and looking around innocently. Yep, definitely boxes. "Woke up in the wrong side of Chicago?" The blonde smiled, looking up at King. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 23, 2015 22:09:47 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | ♥ Closer, and closer, and closer, even though there was no more space between them anyway, it was their instinct to pull each other as close as they could, to themselves. They said temptation leads people into doing things they would have never done if the opportunity was never there. The hand pulling her closer, pressing gently on her bare skin and sending an impulse to her brain, the same hand that held knives or guns, yet she didnt feel like she was in danger's hands. And she was no better, in reality. Palms stained of blood, leaving red marks in one's soul, those palms were now around the man's neck, drifting away from his hair and cupping the back of his head, fearing this will all turn out to be a dream.
Or a nightmare.
Ruby wished for the time to freeze, only allow them two to keep moving, to keep sharing this intimate moment. She had seen Jacob shirtless, she had seen him ramble like an idiot over how much Max and herself were hate flirting, but she realised that this kiss was not started by any hate, nor any teasing. It was a slip, her action, but he was no better, since he was currently doing the opposite of pushing her away. Ruby kept fiddling with Pierce's curls now, letting a hand slide off from his neck slowly, onto the collar of his shirt, trailing the tip of her fingers across the edge of the cloth, absent minded teasing him with a light touch, down his collarbone. Some button was stopping her hand from going lower, and with a small flick of it, the button came through the shirt's gap, exposing more of the man's burning skin. Any thoughts flying back to the mission or Max were completely blocked away, the guiltiness in her mind took a break too. The hand resting on Jacob's skin got moving again, brushing itself against the tie around his neck and gently pulling on the knot to undo it, helping herself with the other hand too.
Her body glued to his, the single problem was that heel stuck that didnt allow her to properly move, but how that leg was the closest to Jacob anyway, she didnt see much of a problem. Ruby loosened the man's tie and placed her hand back in his tar black hair and on his neck. Part of her restrained herself from doing anything more, but there was always the Ruby that said "ah, fuck it, just live your life" no matter the consequences. That Ruby usually screamed trouble too, but that was just a detail. No need to ruin this She kept telling herself.
All the moments when Ruby thought Pierce as a simple forever alone, calling him a virgin (referring to both kissing & sex) , her theory got slammed against the ground with this ongoing making out. Deep down, she felt good for being wrong all this time. It was curious why Jacob never boasted about being a kisser that good. The blonde's eyes opened slowly, internally gawking at how handsome Pierce really was. It all took some moon light to enlighten her on that part. The light's reflection in her orbs disappeared when she had closed them. The free foot got placed between the mercenary's feet, in case the woman needed to sustain herself or regain some balance, even though if Jacob didnt fall, there were no chances for her to do that either. The silence around was broken by a silent moan, much like a heavy wheeze, puffed out of the woman's nose. Red couldnt believe that Jacob, Birdy himself, made her moan. But what was so unbelievable anyway?
Their lips crashing against each other, how he nibbled on her plump lip, his fingers caressing her inked skin and how his hand on her face held her close to him- for Blackwood, this all was awfully turning on. If the surroundings were different, meaning that they wouldnt have been in a target's bedroom, for sure Ruby would have been less quiet and nice. On that thought though, she did not have anything to prove to Jacob, she didnt have a reason to want to make him kneel or see him submit, it was something very different from what she felt when around Max, for sure. The cop always stirred up a battle for supremacy, even in bed, while on the other side, she would gladly let herself be dominated by Jacob, if this was the case. Such fucked up thoughts, stop it.
Not the case indeed. They had no idea what time it was probably, but Mr White sure kept track of it. How long until the snob would visit his pigsty again? It remained to be seen. Ruby broke the kiss, he two's tongues not wrestling anymore, and opened her eyes to be stunned again by Jacob's deep set, dark chocolate eyes once he would glare back at her too. She looked back at his lips, now stained of her lipstick (but they would most likely notice it once they had proper light) questioning herself what just happened. But her heart was still racing and she got closer again, her lips only hovering over Pierce's for a second, and when they finally touched again, in an attempt to continue everything...
The sound of the door being unlocked and the knob being twisted struck them both. Red felt like a reckless teenager just being caught by her strict parents while kissing the school's bad boy who happened to be older than her too. Her eyes widened in surprise, she turned her head to be able to scout anyone's approaching shadow while a hand got placed on top of Jacob's mouth. No sounds, no noises, it could be just the maid after all. A hand went soundlessly to her gun, waiting for the target to come into view, or to hear him grab something and leave. With a bit of luck maybe he'll stay in the first half of the room where the couch and coat hanger was, no need for him to get through the empty doorway into the bedroom. On a second thought, why the hell did he have a couch and the two didnt? But really, the thought wasnt even bugging Ruby anymore. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 23, 2015 21:03:26 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | ♥ Hearing him chuckle and seeing as he was less tensed gave her the impression that maybe he wasnt feeling so guilty and worried anymore, which was good. Accidents happened, and this one was nothing in Ruby's book. She wouldn't hold a grudge against him anyway. She took his help, and made a mental note to thank him, later.
♥ The blood kept flowing for some reason, then the water dilluted it and so on. It was like some weird circle of life, but maybe that sudden thought was influenced by the pain. Ruby couldnt wait to see what stupid shit she'll think, say and do after taking the painkillers, if the pain was already making her dizzy. She had heard in the past people saying that when you broke your nose, you had to somehow twist it back or something? But she was a bit afraid to do that, what if she made it even worse? Well, one way to find out. She put a hand on her nose, still leaning over the sink, and tested if the theory was right, while blood pooled in her palm.
♥ No more issues for now, since there was no longer the question about the bone or cartilage being shifted, but it was still bleeding. Lesser, to be honest, maybe it got tired or just ran out of blood, the woman thought sarcastically. Red heard Max open and close the cabinet, as well as grabbing some pills, sure he got the good ones.
"I know, yes, fhanks." With the flow diminuating, Ruby washed her hands, twice with soap, and dried a palm off on the towel near, holding the pill Max gave her and brushing some of the water and blood away with the same towel. She would clean or throw it away later, plus there was another one on the other side of the sink hanging from the little claw attached on the wall. Her hand raised the pill to her mouth and she swallowed it without water, waiting a moment for a new decision on what to do. Bandaging the wound would be good.
"You could maybe tackle people threatening you, not the ones threatening your phone." The blonde chuckled, smilling now to reassure both of them that there was nothing to worry about anymore.
But what did she know anyway? Max struck her with a question she would have rather avoided.
Ruby's heart rate increased, feeling suddenly cornered for some reason. It felt like she was being interrogated, but in a less official enviroment for such duties. She should have never told him to get the pills for her. She could have done it herself and avoided this...situation she was in. Her eyes darted up to his own for less than a second, looking away almost imediately when she did so. Would he judge her? Swear, or hit her for never actually telling him nor Jacob about something..in her opinion, less important? The blonde knew for sure that Max would never actually hit her, want, sure probably in many cases, but there was a long road from wanting to and doing so, she trusted the man maybe a little too much. But she was too paranoid to let the rational side of her "cloud her judgement".
A stray cat, kicked away from one's feet and having objects being thrown at - it was how Ruby pictured herself right now, terrified by what people would actually do if they found out she was sick, since that was basically it. It was what her walls were used for, but no, someone had to blow them up. There was a long moment of silence between the two, in which Ruby's hands were on the sink's edge and her look was pointed at the faucet, a bit lost. She was trying to figure out what to say, what to lie, how to be evasive or defend herself, but nothing came to her mind.
So after what seemed like an eternity, but was only a minute or maybe two, she parted her lips and closed them again, since nothing came out. Jesus, where is your liar talent?? Gone when around Max or Jacob, that was for sure. "I'm sorry.." She really was, for lying. For never mentioning anything, but with a deep breath, she turned around in the bathroom and looked for any bandaids or patching cloth at all, to at least put something to absorb the future blood from her nose. She didnt want any eye contact now.
Every person had their own first aid kit, Blackwood did too, she just had to find it. She put some physical distance between herself and Max, walking in front of a tall but slim closet resting against the opposite wall. It had towels folded in it, all sorts of make up items in one drawer, girl stuff in another, a hairdrier and pretty much anything else needed, as well as the first aid kit which was used often. "You know, you can leave if you want. I'm don't expect you to stick around for much longer, I'm sick, no one wants a sick friend or a handicapped puppy. Go make normal friends, Max. Take Jacob with you too." Ruby dealt with moments like this like they were simple bandaids. The faster you peeled them off, the lesser they hurt. Her tone was not aggressive though, more like she tried to tell herself that if the two ditched her for some label, it wont be a big deal. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 23, 2015 18:18:30 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood @tavi | It could have been worse, you know? It could have been a mission on an actual boat.. She was still on solid ground, on the land, there was no actual need to worry about stuff. The water was at a great distance from them, only the sound of the waves and the breeze could be heard. Calm down, a'ight?
The target placed a foot onto the sand, beginning his march towards the other end of the beach. He was probably some sort of guy who loved long walks, or really cheesy enviroments, Ruby couldn't explain this routine of his. And at the signal, her newly assigned partner jumped into character and did his part.
A cry of pain was heard, as if someone got surprise-stabbed, and Smoke really put up a great act. The woman's eyes widened in a false worry, with her mouth gaping and her hands reaching out for the guy's frame as if to look like she was trying to catch him before falling.
"Kai? Kai!" She screamed terrorized, putting a hand on Brann's shoulder and crashing on her knees as he fell to the ground. Her gaze raised from the soon-to-be-or-not Enigma member, spotting the target too and looking around for any other people while yelling "Help! Somebody please! Kai, Kai please don't do this to me. Help! A doctor! Anyone!" The blonde's facial features expressed pure worry and fear, blending nicely with her yells that seemed to have caught the attention of the target too, not only other people. The target of this mission had stopped walking, dumping his suitcase on the sand and coming running towards the two, claiming to be a doctor himself. Well great..
"Oh my god, I think he's had a heart attack, please, please tell me he's not dead..please.." Ruby's voice was trembling, and her hands were covering her mouth and nose now, moving aside from Smoke when their target told her to make some room. She couldnt see the suitcase anymore, but she had recieved word in her earpiece that the evidence got planted just right. The man called an ambulance, Blackwood was faking an excellent sob and in a few moments (while the 'doctor' had no idea what to do but keep telling the woman that it will be alright) the sirene of the ambulance could be heard.
With the paramedics advancing towards the three, the target helped them get the hitman up on a stretcher. The woman got into the ambulance too, apparently allowed to stay there since the paramedics thought they were together or something. The man walked back to his suitcase, picking it up and seeing his road ahead, with the mission being done.
Smoke had a nasty cut across his cheek, it didnt go unnoticed by the paramedics for sure. They were luckily part of Enigma too, undercover bitches. The gang was great at fooling people. The two members took care of the man's wound, and Ruby let them know that the mission was a success. One of those fake paramedics must be a nurse at the hospital or something, maybe even a real doctor if they got access to an ambulance. But with Enigma, you never knew if it was an inside job, connections or just theft.
A few minutes later they were at the hospital, Red's fake had no more traces of tears and her waterproof mascara turned out to be a great idea. Smoke laid on a hospital bed in a room, and the paramedic from Enigma said he'd be around him until he woke up. He called it some pulse trick, and Ruby was familliar with such techniques from her father's training. She never really used it in the army though, which was a pity. She took a piece of paper from her purse and wrote "good job" on it, leaving it on the nightstand next to Smoke. The red ink would be more than enough of a clue.
Then, she went home and tucked herself in a ton of blankets to forget the cold ass weather completely. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 22, 2015 23:54:35 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood @tavi | So we was up for either of the acts, that was good to know. In any case, he did not suggest anything, which lead the woman to think that he didnt really come here with a plan, prepared at all. His voice was somewhat deep, he sure held the odds of being able to raise his voice and make it sound like a thunder, no doubt in that. But would people really stop to look at some young adults fighting over..what, who bought the parents the prettiest gift? The heart attack sounded way more appealing.
"Well, if you can fake having your heart give up on its main purpose, then you dont need to do anything else." The blonde nodded once, moving a hand to place away some strip of hair that got into her face.
The beach was quite empty, the lesser civilians around the better, she figured. Plus, who on Earth would even fucking visit the beach on such a cold ass day? The target must be some sort of lunatic.
In one ear, Ruby had an earpiece that would make it possible for her and the guy planting the evidence, to communicate; as soon as the task was over, the two assassins could stop making a scene..hopefully.
It didnt take long for the target to come into view either, and the words "he's here" got spoken through the earpiece. Red was unsure if Smoke had one too, it didnt matter much to be honest. "I got visual." With the corner of her eye, Ruby spotted the target and looked back at Smoke to let him know where the guy was (with just one look) , now waiting for him to drop to the ground or..whatever. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 22, 2015 21:43:15 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | ♥ Flashlight, yeah, but who would have thought they would be needing one? A phone could illuminate the place a bit, but surely not enough for them to even see each other, so maybe it wasn't even worth the effort.
♥ Eww, something sticky would have probably made her gag. It was a hotel room for god's sake, not some boy teenagers' hangout! This place should have been way, way cleaner. That maid spotted across the hall sure didn't come into this room. "No, it's just...stuck." Ruby tried to explain the situation but failed, pausing in her speech to let him know that she too was a bit annoyed by this whole 'event'. The shoes were really great.. From what she could tell, there was nothing ..mushy interfering with her heel, so that was good news.
♥ Dammit! Dammit, dammit..daargh.. You couldn't have possibly chosen a better moment to act on your own, blondie? See this is why you usually get orders from others. Arguing with yourself over a simple moment of weakness- because this was it, weakness - was pointless. It was an act that told a lot about a person (how their judgement could get clouded really fast, or how their mind was..shattered) in most of cases. Half of herself was on the verge of letting out an angry snarl at herself, pushing Jacob away violently and putting her hands in her hair, trying to figure out the consequences of this. But the other half was questioning herself "what consequences, really?" and it was hell of a question.
♥ What about Max? Yes, the two shared the same thought for a moment, they were right to do so. Jacob, not really; but Red should feel ashamed. She felt like a traitor for no reason, the two were not together, nor did they share any sort of feelings (...right?), so there was no actual deal to make her feel guilty. Oh, she sure was, but in this very moment, no feeling could take a hold of her beside that 'heat of the moment' that was still making her chest feel like a cocoon of butterflies ready to break through the sheating. For all she knew, Max was some sort of fuck buddy, and he sure considered her to be the same. As a bonus, he was a man of law, she was an unworthy criminal, there was no actual reason for them both to actually develop feelings for each other. A relationship like that could go downhill pretty fast..with casualities. Not what they needed, most likely not what Max wanted either.
♥ Their lips touched softly, the blonde's eyes closing after a moment of contact, to block away any other thoughts and at the same time to be able to fully enjoy the moment. She wasnt sure what Jacob intended to do at first, he seemed really confused too before she had initiated this. His hand moved on her skin, the sudden heat he provided only empowered the sentiment rushing through the woman's soul. The man who always wanted to appear emotionless, with his glare hard as the stone, melting everything in his way, he responded to this walking mess' kiss. Did Ruby manage to break one of his walls while hers had been shattered a while ago? Was this a side effect of some action, event, or of befriending the wrong people? Come on now, what even was right these days?
♥ One thing was certain, she did not wish for this moment to burn out. It was somehow a suicidal thought, it will slowly kill her if she found herself falling for someone (or for two people) and it will be all her fault. But alas, at least she would die as she had chosen to, not of someone else's doing. The softness of the kiss lasted for a few seconds, as if to get them both used to it. But with the blonde's hand now trailing towards the man's neck and up to the back of his head, with her fingers slowly dipping through his curls - she felt like nothing else existed around them. Her thumb rested behind his ear while her index had a black strip of hair curled around it without tugging or causing any pain to the man (hopefully). The kiss turned more lively, on her behalf at least, when her lips parted and she had gotten completely lost in her actions, for there was no way of stopping or going back. She once bit his lower lip gently between her teeth before resuming what turned into a make out session soon. So wrong, yet so right. Blackwood didnt plan on turning this god-like kiss into a rough one, not even by accident if he didnt want that; it was too enjoyable, Jacob was a great kisser, and she didnt want to ruin it.
So this was why people at fancy and boring events rented private rooms, to take a break and enjoy themselves? Sounded like a luxury the two probably couldnt afford tonight. Not with the mission, not with the time flowing, not with their even more clouded judgements.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 22, 2015 1:24:40 GMT 2
Ups: The pain is not entirely horrible;
You learn how clumsy you are;
You experience a new injury and know what to expect of it in the future;
Downs?: The pain is actually annoying and cant be ignored;
Your nose is like a blood faucet;
Oh, did you want to lie down a bit? Too bad your head is pounding like hell; Same applies to standing up;
You arent going anywhere any sooner with these combos, sweetie. ;
There's a high chance you can black out if you dont stop the pain and bleeding, or so I've heard around
That was how the woman evaluated the situation quickly, trying to find something else to laugh about, but failing. Ruby was pretty sure the amount of pain and blood didnt point at a simple bruise, since when she raised herself a bit, there was this dizzy feeling installing in her system, and the crimson from her nose seemed to want to escape. She wanted to stand up and go to the bathroom, wash her face and let the liquid pour out in the sink, not on her hands (and Max's napkin) , but that was a difficult task. Speaking of the devil, Madden went to retrieve a pack of ice, in an attempt to make the pain diminuate. Ruby moved a hand to hold the ice steady, and secretly lift it a bit from how Madden placed it. Too much pressure wont do any good, but for now he was helping not doing anything worse.
Broken, Blackwood was pretty sure of that, there was no way a bruise would be like this. "I can fell you it's not, if it mafes you sleef better at nigft." She huffed amusedly, noting the worried substract in his words. But sarcasm was her best defense right now, she could at least have that, if the pain wouldnt want to simply leave.
"I'll faake care of it lafer, donf you worry." Red squinted at the cop playfuly (trying to keep the "not harmed, not hurt, no pain" facade) and glared at his phone, making a retaliation promise out of her words. Her chuckle returned at the end of that sentence, but it stirred up what felt like a stab in the face. She winched again, sighing frustrated to herself and taking off the ice pack, as well as the bloody napkin, to inspect the bleeding. Yep, still there. Not like she expected it to vanish anyway. "I need a new nofe." Ruby replied to the man's question about the painkillers. Oh, those actually sounded like a great idea, there had to be some pills like that. She had all sorts of poisons, drugs and pills, why not painkillers? "I fhink fhey're in fhe bafhroom, fhe liffle counfer? I would so fhank you for fhose." The blonde motioned vaguely towards the restroom, holding the ice with a hand and trying to push against the floor to stand up, with the other. She couldnt let her nose bleed all over the apartment, she had to go to the sink. The painkillers' little container was somewhat orange, but it had PKILLERS written on the label. Those should be somewhere behind the cyanide bottle, oxygenated water (great for open wounds) and the ptsd pills. Not hard to find if you were careful. Each of those had their names and use on the labels, except for the cyanide (which was really just a skeleton doodle on it).
"Wait for what? It wont stofp wifh time." Red gave Max a laugh, furrowing her brows in a determined expression, successfully being on her feet now and trying to hold her chin raised while heading to the bathroom too. Once they would both be there, she would move to the side of the sink, to give Max enough space to look for the meds, and turn the water on. She dumped the napkin in the toilet and extended her arm to flush it away, using the now free hand to move strips of her hair out of her face. The red staining the white sink was somewhat..beautiful, in her opinion. Too bad the water washed it away and diluated most of it.
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