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Hmm, jogging through the parkand a big dog tackles Ruby lol. That's perfect. I love it, and she loves animals too, and after they'd all recover from biting the ground they could continue jogging all three maybe and talk (not the dog, obviously). She'd probably leave Dakota and SJ alone if they go closer to a lake or a fountain (phobia), and that could be the ending of the thread.

Or no jogging, and they're just walking each to their business and SJ gets curious and dashes off to Ruby, and she'd be very much petting him until Dakota comes to save his dog from a kiss storm. Do you want me to start it?

@dakota & Ruby Blackwood
Hello there >:)

Does Dakota go jogging? I honestly tried coming up with action based scenarios, but Ruby doesnt care for ex-Bianchis and she doesnt work for money, so unless she was bored out of her mind she wouldnt take on someone without a purpose. Plus, there are so many Bianchi and ex Bianchi in Chicago probably, they're like the fleas D:<

So i'm thinking a way they could meet would be if Dakota maybe goes jogging in the morning or something, and maybe they use the same path through some park, one of them sprays an ankle, i dont know, something like that to make them talk xP
Thoughts? Ideas?

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He didnt care. He didnt..care? Discarded like a pen after being used, consumed. Left empty, but the traces of what the two did, of what the three did together since they met and up until this point..those traces, lines, shapes and creations will forever remain inked in their souls. Their friendship shaped them like whatever mold Max had in mind at first. But now the prototype turned out to be a failure, a monster made by monsters to serve other monsters. Greedy creatures, using others shamelessly in order to achieve their goals. Prideful entities, to hold themselves up on a piedestal and looks down at their puppets, who did all the work. Lazy human beings, for they'd rather dump something instead of fixing it for further use. Wrath-pumping veins. Lust-driven instincts, actions and reactions. Envy to seed the evil in people's hearts, their brains and souls. But there was something...quite worse than a deadly sin..something you'd never forgive, nor forget. The wounds it causes are permanent, like a burnt piece of paper. You cannot undo it. This something.. it brings the worst in people.

How could the truth come out if this all was real? Maybe that was exactly the problem, maybe all of it was a lie. The friendship.. The trust. The words, the pain, the nights and effort, the feelings.. All lies? The game was meant for others to unknowingly play and fall prey to the King and his army, sacrifice them like pawns for the ultimate cause: freedom. But how to be free when chained by emotions that blind you? You have to free yourself by all means, break all ties and cut all bridges. But this is real life, and actions..have consequences.

Ruby listened to her bigger brother, moral ties giving them the title of siblings and nothing else. It was interesting to see how strangers can end up as a better family for one, instead of your own blood, your own kin. Have they been separated at birth, Ruby wouldnt be surprised. Ryan had this way of looking tough, and he was indeed, looking like a big obstacle between enemies and his family, but he somehow managed to keep his heart and intentions pure. He only wanted his team to be safe, be happy. And the woman was well aware that he'd go to great lengths to demolish any threats to his family's happiness as he would go to make the Bianchi kneel. A bit of a displacement of anger, but really it was the only sort of protection Blackwood had been offered by family. Blood or not. And on top of that, he didnt just wish to hit Max so his grandchildren will feel it, but he showed support, he wanted to comfort his sister until her current state changed. For all of that, Red loved Ryan King .

She fell silent, turning the man's words over and over again in her mind, realizing he was dangerously right. Maybe she did trust the wrong people. Maybe she had been loyal to a wrong cause. But was that true among all the wrong? It felt like nothing would unchain her. "But why me, Ryan? Why me when there are tons of people out there! What is so pleasing in breaking me? It seems to be enjoyable.." Why Ruby Blackwood? Because she was the Right Hand, she concluded to herself, thinking Max was just following a juvenile plan of he police to get under a sigificant mafia member's skin and then...then what? Dispose of them? Blackmail? Boast around? Sabotage? All were possible,and Ruby would just have to believe that and go back, hunt Max down and kill him. Eliminate a threat to Enigma, to her.

And it would be a legit plan, but one that never crossed Red's mind. She wouldnt dare hurt her loved ones. "He's been through enough, Ryan. He'll only become addicted to painkillers if you "talk" to him. He's suffered enough." First there were drugs, rehab was logical, the absence of his sister, the hospital trips, the kidnapping..Max went through enough, just as Ruby did.

People would never take an alcoholic, full time gang leader and part time club owner - as a philosophical man. But Ryan had such a side, and Ruby really loved it. He was wise both when sober nd when drunk (but the drunk wiseness came in different shapes, like passing out before he'd get pranked) and never failed to make his little sister feel better. Ruby hugged him again, not letting go of him this time. There were no words to expres her gratefulness towards him, nor her genuine love which went through unimaginable barriers. Because she had so much love burried alive, only waiting to be gifted. In all forms. "I love you so much, Ry, you're all I have, and I wouldnt trade you." He was he only one she could fully trust, since Max was off the list and Jacob could as well be Max's intern for the Bianchi. So many trust issues at the moment, her ration wasnt clear right now, but maybe with some sleep or a drink, or several, that would change.

Love, so painful. The devil must have invented this trap. "Can I do some refurnishing around my old room?" Moving back might not be the same, but turning her old room in a training corner might be better than making it an useless office. With hooks and chains and targets and workout objects and tools, might as well be used by other members too.