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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 5, 2016 18:50:10 GMT 2
Ruby could bet all her weapons and ammo that right now, if anyone wanted a bit of peace and quiet, they just cursed the skies and damned Ryan a hundred times in a row. It was just how the man was, he had a tendency of using that big mouth of his to express his thoughts in a loud manner. Nevertheless, Ruby got used to it. It definitely wasnt like someone was shooting near your ear each time, so she was glad about that. "That sounds much like you're jealous. Look, once everything's arranged in the house, you'll be the first I invite over. That way we can watch some movie and drink alcohol, look down at anyone passing by my balcony and throw water ballons at, y'know, juvenile shit to keep you entertained. Or, maybe you have another sister to hang out with." Ruby joked a bit, knowing how King was not phazed by any of her mocking, not when he knew his reasons clearly. But it was still fun to tease him and call someone her 'brother' once more. She obviously wouldnt go anywhere weaponless, it just wasnt her way of living. Though, his advice was taken into account as well meant. And to her surprise, the big vodka bear offered to help hr pack her stuff. There wasnt much remained to be packed and labelled anyway. "I'll keep that in mind for the next time i need help, then." Ruby nodded once, in agreement, before her gaze got pointed at the stuff still laying around. Hm.. She still had that pile of chains beside the dresser. "I'll continue my quest to see if any other gun is forgotten under the bed, and since you're so kind.." The woman smirked a bit, walking again towards her bed while talking. "Maybe you can gather those in a box? Just dont..tangle them up, please." Ruby instructed, pointing at the pile and at the box labelled red, near the same dresser. Ryan King |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 4, 2016 19:03:47 GMT 2
Jacob seemed to be confused on the dog topic, Lucius ws also a name nothing like Max, so you couldnt even guess by association that it was the pup's new name. It somehow sounded fancy, but it was just a dog, and also Madden's pick for his companion's calling. Max the cop also seemed to be pretty set on ruining the criminals' fun of toying with the names. "I don't remember approving of a name change, you'll have to get him a new name certificate." Ruby was mostly joking, the papers proving how the dog was acquired legally didn't actually request the animal's name. And thinking about the poor animal, he must be locked in the car again, bored to death. Ruby felt guilty for calling Max like that and poor Lucius suffering without being his fault. But if the cop did not answer to her summon, who knows what might have happened to Jacob? "I'm not really good at smuggling patients out of a hospital, to be honest. Finding a place to hide you would be difficult." Red smiled, all of them started to at least try to enlighten the mood, and she should be able to contribute. However, the woman left out the "can't hide you under my dress" comment, since she did not feel comfortable (for the first time, when it came to jokes) enough right now to make such joke. Silence filled the room once more, only to be shooed away by Jacob's words regarding the dog. Blackwood had the sudden impulse to tell him how he is in fact loved, by both her and perhaps Max too. But it didnt feel right either, just as that kinky joke. Was she losing her 'no-filter' policy? Hopefully not, or she would go insane pretty fast. she swallowed the words, only offering him another small smile, a strange sense of empathy in her features since she had came here. A rarity around the assassin, but once you broke through her barriers, you became one of the few people to actually witness such sides of her. Blackwood sat up from the chair offered by Max, planning on going to 'fetch' (by actually just grab without telling or asking) another chair, from the nearest rooms. Jacob came with a suggestion quickly, and at least Madden acted less like a real dog. Joking was fun, but in moments like these, Ruby lost all the power to mock a person. Humor was still there, just not the heartless mocking. "You'll sit on the floor when we tell you to." Red nodded once, raising a brow and letting Max know that his 'dog' label certainly did not fall off. In any case, whenever the doctors or nurses came to check on Pierce, the French would need to move his ass. Ruby went towards the door, grabbing the knob and twisting it to peek outside and check if anyone was passing by, but to her surprise she got greeted by a nurse wanting to actually enter the room. She jumped a bit, taking a few steps back to allow the staff to come in. "Sorry to disturb, but visit hours are over. The patient needs rest, you'll be able to come by tomorrow though. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to properly check on our mister over there."[/i] The nurse applied a friendly smile on her face and motioned towards Jacob Pierce, and in case Max would be still on the mattress, she would look at the two men for a moment, probably not approving of invading a petient's space, before exiting the room. Ruby thanked as a formality, and sighed, looking at the two. "We'll be back tomorrow, Jacob. Dont try to stab the nurses please." Then, the woman smirked a bit, chuckling and waiting for Max Madden to get up from the man's hospital bed, before she would silently decide on either delivering another hug, or just staying emotion-free at this point. The latter seemed more comfortable for both of them, and she only made eye contact, giving Jacob a reasurring smile that the two wont abandon him in the hospital. "Sleep well, birdy." |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 2, 2016 17:46:39 GMT 2
 one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. So warm, so serene, so...domestic. The two's body heat was better than all the blankets in the world, making Ruby feel so safe at the moment, that it was a curious thing. When did the three grow so comfortable around each other? It didnt matter. Red rarely felt this security, she could remember being careless when her brothers were around her, with no fear of whatsoever, and when around Enigma's leader. But it seemed that her 'group' of friends suddenly included more people. She couldnt complain.
The woman's content sleep was disturbed by the French's attempt of vanishing away, even though he was in the middle of the pile and had his arms around the criminals. Ruby wanted to fight against the shifting and drag him in their previous position, but she was too tired to raise a finger. Once he was out of the bed, the blonde let out a sigh, drifting back to sleep almost instantly. She wanted to move closer to the remaining heat provider, Jacob, but when leaning closer, Ruby could feel how bad of an idea was to sleep with that bra on. She gave op on trying to snuggle closer, the little little bit of her awake mind also didnt want to make Pierce uncomfortable, and her system got invaded by sleep again.
Only to apparently wake up 1 hour later, head still pounding from the lack of headache pills or at least a nice glass of water. She rolled on her back, feeling odd since there were no other sounds around besides the one of a pillow being shuffled, her fault. Ruby looked around confused and still waking up, thinking for a second that whatever happened in the morning was just her imagination trying to continue the memories of the drunkfest. She tugged at the shirt on her, thinking about the two and trying to imagine how they could have felt about this whole shameful hangover. It was everyone's fault anyway. And for her, it was too early to think about embarrassment anyway. Though it was long past 6 now, it still felt pretty early. Oh, what alcohol did to people. Ruby had to get up, take a long shower, do something about her sore throat and dry mouth, and obviously take care of the headache. Eating something would be fine too, also taking the pills she should have swallowed like 4 hours ago. But first, putting this shirt in the washer to be able to return it. How did Max even go to the PD? Shirtless? Oh god, poor Andrea..poor Timmy..poor Max's boss.. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 2, 2016 0:55:04 GMT 2
How come his voice was so soothing? His cold eyes suddenly so warm, glaring down into her soul, shattering the dark walls with their own light. Why did Max Madden have to be the only one ever able to break the woman's emotional defense, have her open up about her past to him and confess her sins with no second thoughts. Why did he have to be like that? A trustworthy person, seemingly too nice to be true. He said some pills are the only solution, and she couldnt help but rewind back to his comment about her being his pill. Such a bad stockholm syndrome, she should find a way to help him overcome it, as..a gesture of gratitude for not ditching her right now. He made a strong promise, which she thought he would not be able to keep in the end. He spoke about his sister so nicely, earlier, if Ruby told him about what she had been left to think, that she was the reason of her brothers' deaths, he would probably break that promise with the first occasion. He offered to help her sustain this torture, and she was afraid that if she pushed him away now, there would a great deal of time with her regretting even falling in this friendship's trap. But nonetheless, Madden was right in the end. Maybe talking would also make their bond, their..whatever, stronger. Ruby took a deep, silent breath, feeling the painkillers finally kick in. "I take them since...I dont know. It's been 6 years since I came here, and I know I was taking them way before that." The timelapse, telling him basic things about her PTSD didnt feel so hard, so emotionally challenging. Her voice held no certain tone, sometimes appearing neutral, sometimes her gaze moving away from his own would be a detective's clue of her fear of being rejected, betreayed. "In a failed attack, I got left to die in the enemy's base. I just..I didnt have a reason to want home, I wanted to die, Max." Ruby frowned at herself, shaking her head once and placing both hands against Madden's chest now, trying to push him a bit so she could feel less cornered, giving him a pleading look for the following words. "Can we just, not talk about this in a bathroom?" If Ruby decided to let him take a peek at the Blackwood who got carved into today's Right Hand of a mafia, she just didnt want to do it while having a mirror stare back at her, appearing to judge her. She would make sure that the faucet was not allowing the water to pour out, with a glance, before walking back to the living room and waiting for Max to situate himself somewhere, anywhere. She wanted to stand on her feet, to feel as if she had all the composure in world when she really just let herself being picked up piece by piece by the cop. "I think, a part of me died there, I could have escaped probably, but I had no wish to do so. Death sounded more appealing than what they did. It just never spared me. My brother came to rescue me from the base, I just didnt get why. My father treated me as some scum, for not fighting back, then..I got.." The blonde paused, gulping, moving a hand towards her shoulderblades, yet not able to reach the spot perfectly. "I should have been executed, but I got stubborn and I ended up with a bullet graze. I'm sure you questioned my tattoo many times, and it's there to hide the wound..maybe keep my battles at bay." While talking, she realised she had no clue on when her first signs of PTSD showed, be it the nights she cried herself to sleep or the moments when death really sounded like a nice option, it only got worse with each event. Each death. Each's departure. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 1, 2016 22:47:33 GMT 2
one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. She couldnt really hear Jacob's complaining, so Ruby guessed he was still trying to gather his senses tlike Max and his French Revolution. Was it that difficult to just keep lying on that bed until their hangover went away by its own? Ruby thought that much. But dammit this hell of a hangover sure wont fade in a few hours. She remembered the moving boxes..the food and beer...the never have I ever game, but on fragments, as well as whatever happened after that. She remembered..some sort of drunk or retard-acting Jacob, trying to reach his elbow with his tongue, she remembered herself getting her shirt off, but that was it. Wait, shirt off? Was that what Max was trying to do a few moments ago? Was it the reason why she felt chilly now? Oh god. Ruby lowered a palm on her belly, making a specific sound of skin being gently slapped. Oh no. So that wasnt some weird nightmare?! The blonde kept rubbing her eye with one hand, until she moved both arms on the sheets and tried to raise herself against them, glaring down at her with half closed, sleepy eyes. "Oh lord.." Ruby whispered to herself, eyes widening and darting around for whatever piece of clothing Max tried to put on her earlier. When she spotted the shirt, the woman lunged at it and grasped the material,pushing herself on her knees and putting the shirt on. She would have just tucked herself in, with the blankets and sheets, if only there werent these two jerks half naked too and making her feel embarrassed. Well, she was only ashamed in front of Jacob, she really had nothing to hide from Max. The shirt now on her, Ruby tugged on the ends of it as if to make some night dress out of it or just stretch it until it covered her lower half too. It was to no use, and after a few moments of struggling, she just gave up. She had been in her lingerie until now, not like it made a change now. "I fucking hate vodka.." Ryan's vodka especially. Too hard for her taste, and obviously too hard for those two too.
She rested on the bed again, looking at the ceiling for a moment, feeling her cheeks get warmer and warmer each time she tried to process all of this. Her hands went to cover her face again, and hopefully prevent the flush from being seen too. It didnt take much for Max though to grab her waist, an action that surprised her on the spot. She lowered her hands from her face, placing them onto Max's bare side as he dragged her closer. Jacob had the same fate apparently, and at least it would be awkward now. She put her head on the man's pect and closed her eyes, still secretly hoping this was just some weird dream of hers. "If anyone wants pills for the headache..just..ring a bell..or something" The heat made her feel sleepy again, but it was mostly just the hungover Ruby sleeping. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 1, 2016 7:25:06 GMT 2
Ruby tried to keep her scold as light as possibly, regarding the tone and the seriousness of her words. Being angry or passing as that right now would be a mistake, Jacob did not deserve any anger. Red was deep dowm angry at herself for not having had taken better care of her partner, for indirectly allowing the cunt of a target to poison the man. He could have died because of her, right on the spot. But he was fine now, right? That was all that mattered.
After playfully scolding him and recieving that honest apology, Ruby's lips pressed together, like she was secretly desperately trying to keep her composure and not cry again, for no reason now. She offered him a reasurring smile too, a bit taken aback of his thanking. "It's what friends are for." The blonde's beginning of the sentence trembled a bit from her stressed sigh, while she now aimed to let eveyone, including herself, cool down a bit. She raised her glare on the screen indicating Jacob's status, and took a few steps away from the man's side to grab the small clipboard attached at the edge of his bed with his prescription and cause of poisoning. Ketamine my ass, you dont fucking play with this shit, White. Her thoughts were fuelled by hate, now that the worry left some room to be used.
Red let Max exchange a few words with Jacob too, white her arms folded still in a concerned manner, her hand moving to her face and brushing away a blonde locks, constantly darting her eyes from Jacob's face to Max's, and back on the mercenary's gestures, be those as vague as they could be. She was constantly trying to regain aa normal pattern of breathing, amd therefor a slower heartbeat rate. No more worries. Except... Ugh, guilt had to strike back at her.
She would have to talk to Max soon, tell him what happened, explain to him that foolish "heat of the momemt" kiss - which she just tried to tell herself it had no emotional ties - and hope that he wont get mad at her, nor Jacob. They probably saw her as some random woman, searching for fuck buddies and dumping the rest, at this point. But her loyalty went far beyond the gang ties, and she just couldnt sleep at night knowing she had lied or hid something from a loved one. The cases were rare, given her "social skills" , but they were a massacre for her feelings. Though first, she had to talk to Jacob. Ask, or explain too what happened, and hear what he has to say regarding the lustful moment that ended so not well. She couldnt just tell Max it meant nothing, if Pierce told her otherwise, it would be close to a lie she couldnt be proud of telling.
The French offered her a chair, perhaps seeing the tired state she was in, both physically and psychically. But they were all like that, she deduced. Max needed sleep too, Jacob needed rest the most. But they had no chance of leaving him alone in the hospital. Ruby thanked for the offered seat, when her phone buzzed. "I'll have my contact clean that place up while I cant. I'll be back in a minute, excuse me." She stated with a sigh, dialing the number back and giving Jacob a "dont die while i'm gone" look, her empty hand brushing against the French's arm while she left the room, to let him know he was in charge of watching Jacob and keeping him company for the next two or three minutes.
Ruby would return in less than five minutes, putting her phone back in its place and entering the room again, but seeing as Madden went to check on...Lucius? He must have renamed the pup, she thought, and nodded. "Do you need anything, Jacob? The doctor said they'll keep you under observation for some more days, but we'll come visit you daily. No nurse outfit, I promise." Ruby tried to raise his moral and smiled a bit, not capable herself of doing more at the moment. She deep down wanted to touch the kiss' subject, but it was not the time nor the place to do so.
Max returned quickly, showing his care towards the two and gladly not neglecting his needs either. Ruby took the cup of tea in her hands, giving him yet another thank you today with an appreciating look, and redirected her emotionally dried smile at the little plush toy. "Maybe we can snatch the puppy here sometime, I heard pets speed up one's healing process." More psychically though, yet she did let that thought be expressed. She looked at Max sitting on the floor and stood up from her chair, thinking it was unacceptable of him to do such thing. "Dont sit on the floor, you're not a dog, Max. I'll go steal another chair. Just..dont." Why was she even so..caring, so warm right now? This was a whole different side of the Blackwood individual, and she momentarily had no shame of showing that she could be a nice human being.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 31, 2015 12:12:31 GMT 2
one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. The morning's first issue had been quickly dealt with: someone's wandering hand was no longer where it should not be, and the action made the spot on the woman's skin feel really cold. Ugh, today's decisions would be bad, from what she could feel. If Ruby could dispose of her own body right now, she would do it. Like some costume, unzip it and place it on a hanger or something. She felt that gross with all the heat around, she just wanted to take the longest bath ever. Those moments when you imagined you could take out the pain from your head or forehead with your hand and throw it away, oh those childlish fragments of imagination and frustration came to her again.
Soon enough the outrageous weight was no longer on top of her, crushing her ribs and squeezing her body underneath it at all. That was definitely Max who moved, since she could actually breathe now without her lungs feeling like they might pop. Jacob moved too, eventually, and the two left Ruby to freeze alone. It actually took her some good moments to feel discomfort regarding the temperature again, but she began shifting too, searching for the warmer parts of the bed with her limbs. She heard deep voices groaning, talking, arguing, whatever. she thought, too hungover for this shit. There was a pillow on the bed, Red dragged it slowly towards her and put it on top of her head to try to block away the real world. "Just shut uppp please" It was her time to groan in annoyance.
Her hand clenched on top of the shield pillow, and the other palm just..being near her head, Ruby tried to keep the light out by keeping her eyes shut as much as she could. But then more talking was heard, Jacob apparently joined the fight too. In Ruby's defense, she just relocated her body on top of the most warm spot on the sheets, and the cold was not really disturbing her for now. Then footsteps were heard, and someone approached her in a less than nice way. What was this guy trying to do? Fail kidnapping? Eugh, of course it was Max disturbing her hangover. "Whyy cant you all just shut upp" The blonde whined in protest, and each time Madden would try to dress her, hshe wokuld just play the stubborn baby and go limp. He could try to maneouvre her arms all day, she wasnt going to move. Eyes shot out? Why, was someone in an indecent outfit? The blonde's curiosity was stirred, and she arched her back, stretching with a closed-mouth, long wheeze that could come off as a moan only if a bit louder. She had no intentions of following the two's examples and getting up from the bed now. It was her home, her room, her bed, her morning. Her hangover too, unfortunately. "I dont remember a thing.." She confessed in a mumble, rubbing her eyes with her palms and continuing to stretch herself with every movement |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 30, 2015 19:40:41 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood outfit x words muse
notes: Ryry PLS | A normal person, walking into the warehouse in this moment, witnessesing this scene and the two's bickering..they're probably ask themselves how the hell could this guy tall as a mountain have this whinny side (a joke, nevertheless) , and how did he even reach to be a mafia's leader. That only accentuated the fact that normal people were boring. You dont get to lead some people by being hard as a rock and keeping them under your shoe (amateurs beware, Shaun), and if you do, by any luck, your empire crumbles. But a family cannot be stepped on.
"We arent done talking about that, dont worry." Ruby's brows raised, while she nodded at him once and pointed the index at the man accusingly, yet everyone knew that she was never serious. Not unless there was a serious matter being discussed. Not there was none. The bazooka should come back to its rightful owner sooner or later, Ruby preferred sooner.
His reasoning explaining some irrational fears (obviously jokes too) was quite funny if Red was to say so. She didnt think he would feel so set on keeping her here, even if it was just a small change really. The woman felt really appreciated, when around Ryan, anything he did inspired respect and his actions were like some subtle hints to how much he did appreciate her. Or so she thought at least. Their easy friendship couldnt be broken by some taunting. Ruby looked at him amused, with her lips curled in a smile and her brows one raised and one lowered, waiting for his dramatic exaggerating to be over. Was he right though? What if someone..broke into her home..?
Ruby squinted her eyes at him, deep down questioning herself if his words could ever come true. She was definitely not easily influenced by people, but when it was a person or more, who were close to her, the blonde started to think they were looking out for her, hence the warnings. But he was just a trickster, he just wanted to make her change her mind. Letting out a small sigh in defeat, Ruby gave Ry a little nod. "I'll be fine, Ryan. And if something happens, you're on my speed dial." She gave a small tilt of her head to the side, and shrugged, not able to think why this move could go wrong.
Ah, too paranoid, yes. He knew her behaviour and personality quite well, and that was everything one really needed to know about Ruby. His voice raising made the woman chuckle. He could wake up the whole warehouse if one morning he "mumbled" there was no vodka left. Or coffee, but vodka was more of King's favourite. "Exactly, I wouldnt let anyone near my nest if I knew they would cause trouble. Trust me, I'm good. Plus, I wont sleep alone at night." Blackwood smirked, looking at the man for a quick reaction, a devious glimpse in her orbs. She let the pause for effect for a second, before flipping the gun she hugged earlier, in her hand, and holding it to aim at nothing in particular, more like test the gun's aim. "I'll sleep with this under my pillow." Closing one eye, she looked through the little aim and bit her lip before huffing amusedly and setting the weapon back at her belt, her gaze setting on the man again.
It was really nice to feel such a warm hug, especially emotionally warm of course. Ryan meant so much to the blonde, he was secretly some sort of role model (yet she didnt plan on becoming a vodka addict, nor becoming loud as a megaphone). Though sometimes, King appeared in her eyes as some king of an adoptive father, taking her in his group, his wolf pack, and offering her the family love she very much craved. He oscilated from the big annoying and overly protective brother to the father figure and the one person she would always rely on. But if she told him that, he'd probably laugh like a bitch.
Once they broke the hug, Ruby raised a hand to the back of her head, considering the whole help part. "I wanted to do the packing alone, spend time finding old stuff and..yeah. And as for the moving, I'll just ask people around to help me get the stuff to the car, or blackmail them into doing that, I dont know. I'll ask some friends to help me take them all in the house, so it's fine. It's not like they have anything else to do anyway, they might as well put their muscles to work." She chuckled, not afraid of divulging any information on her bestfriends. This was Ryan, a trustworthy person and the closest she had of a family. Honesty was the key in their relationship. "And I thought you'd have some business planned, didnt wanna sound needy." ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 30, 2015 0:37:00 GMT 2
All those reasurring words contributed to building up (or more like, keeping alive and unshattered) the woman's faith, her belief that Jacob will indeed be just fine. It was funny if you looked back at it, at the hotel and in the car, Ruby was the one to keep telling the mercenary how nothing bad was going to happen to him, and how he'll be feeling good again in no time. But now, on the cold and empty halls of the hospital, only Max was there to try his best at keeping her hopes up. It seemed like even if one acted tough and tried to be the shoulder other could cry and rely on, they needed someone to support them too. Like a loop, a well balanced team. When the Bianchi event happened (since that's how Ruby referred to it) , Max and Jacob had both been there to support her, hold her tight at their chests and make sure she would be back on her feet in no time. Now, Max and Ruby should be Jacob's new pillars, until he would be able to sustain himself again.
Red took Madden's promise at its fullest, placing her whole trust in his words. If the cop said Jacob will be fine, then he must be. No way around it, no way Pierce could have something else happening to him if Max did not agree. It sounded like a childlish thought to taake a simple promise for granted, but it did more than the man could expect. And she was speechless.
As the doctor continued his short speech, Ruby's hands glued to her face once again, her palms hidding her mouth and nose in a concerned gesture. She let Max listen to the man, while her eyes shut themselves to block out all the tears and to allow her to gather herself once again. Moments like these make desperate people use desperate ways to get what they want, and right now Ruby wanted Jacob to be ok. Her family was Jewish, she was an Atheist, but in the moment she directed a simple "please" to Anyone reading her thoughts. Her breathing calmed down a few minutes ago, the doctor's news only aiding her to be less close to freaking out. A deep, relieved sigh escaped her lips, and she mentally thanked Max, the hospital staff and whoever was up there loving the three.
As soon as the doctor left, seemingly thinking the two wont go tackle Jacob with their hugs (not literally at least) , Ruby wiped away the tears from one cheek, swallowing hand and getting up from her seat as well. Max, on the other hand, was there to stop her from checking on Pierce. She gazed at him expectantly, trying to guess why he was blocking her path, before listening to his reasoning. She was still shaky, truth to be told. "Yeah, he's fine, it's all good. This was the worst scare ever, dammit." Red shook her head, a hand constantly trying to brush away the wetness on her cheeks. She never thought she would ever be so relieved and so glad to hear someone didnt die, or to actually be in tears out of fear. Her family despised weakness, and now she was a shame to them. But her real family, her pack, her everything, Enigma, Max and Jacoib proved to her that showing emotion did not meant being weak. Ruby let Max caress her tears away, hugging him in the end to show her thankfulness for all his support. It was probably the most sincere and warm hug she ever distributed, not considering the one at the aquarium. "Thank you, Max."
It didnt take long for a nurse to finally let them know they could visit Jacob, and Ruby was so eager to see him well, with her own eyes, her look instantly went to the hall towards the mercenary's room when the person approached. Asking for her? So he woke up too. Even better, less worries that he'll slip into a coma or simply die out of nowhere. Blackwood followed the cop to the mercenary's room, gently grabbing his arm at some point, to try and give herself the strength to avoid crying again by simply feeling the man's presence. She was too much of a coward to grab his hand though.
She let go before the door came in sight, and hurried towards it, opening it slowly and peeking through for a second before opening it more and more to allow herself and Max to enter. Her worried gaze landed on Jacob, seeing him connected to all those..things, and spotting so many tubes attached to him, it was not a sight she wished to cast her gaze upon, ever again, be it him or Max on the bed. "Jacob." Her once shaky, now well balanced, voice called softly for his name, relief clear in her tone. The woman approached his bed, inspecting everything attached to him to make sure she wont mess anything up, before attempting to hug him, as the bed allowed. "Dont you fucking dare scare me like that again" She said with humor, though hoping he would listen, breaking the hug and pointing a finger at him with a concerned but glad that the bad was over, smile.
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 29, 2015 22:38:08 GMT 2
It was true that, through a simple (for one from the Israeli mafia) background check on the French cop, there had been many times the word "drugs" got mentioned in his files, stating past addictions and giving an overall look on his contidion. But those files were dated so back in time, Ruby only noted the general stuff in her mind rather than focusing on details (which werent so many anyway). She ultimately felt bad for that background check on Max, but when she performed it, it seemed necessary to know who you were dealing with. He was still an enemy at that time, not long after the harbour encounter. But from back then, to this very moment...things got..complicated. Maybe Max was not ready to fully open up regarding his past, just as Jacob wasnt either, and just as Ruby thought herself to never be. But what if her wish to keep everything bottled up was just not realistic? Maybe she, as a simple human, couldnt comply to a simple yet awfully difficult task. It was human's nature to search for comfort and to embrace it, to ease your mind or your life. So far, she did not need any sort of 'comfort'. But her shattered mind needed to be sewn together again. Her heart too maybe, half of it was just sticking there to beat and half was getting darker, adapting to its surroundings. Max Madden closed up once again, and pushing him seemed like torture to Ruby. A type of turture she hated to perform on her close ones. Partly her fault, he got that right. Red sometimes asked herself what would have happened if Jacob and herself wouldnt have been such..bastards towards Max. Their today's relationship would be different for sure. But different, good, or bad? "Pills make matters worse, Max." Was she talking about how the criminals influenced the man, or hinting at her own problem? Perhaps both, Madden sure would not take long to interpret her words, that came out in a soft tone, pointing at her fear of..what? Speaking up and admitting her issues? Opening up to Max about them? Fearing, getting pushed away? This fear of rejection was probably something that put its roots in her childhood. He wanted her to talk to him. Blackwood thought that maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea either, since he was still here, willing to help her out. She tensed up at first when he approached her, a sudden fear that after all, he would show his anger, even if maybe there was none boiling inside of the man. As he took her hand, placing it gently on the scar of their carving, Red felt ashamed of even considering that Max would hurt her. Her pursed lips' corners turned down slowly, really battling the instinct to push him away, while her eyes betraying her inner fear looked up at him again. What was there to talk about? "I'll get over it...I promise.." She had no idea where to start, what to start with, and what to talk about exactly, so the push she felt to just patch up the open wound instead of treating it, as Max thought, was visible. "I just..I dont know how." The free hand lowered at her side, while she still kept the other one on the man's chest. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 29, 2015 17:11:00 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood outfit x words muse
notes: Ryry PLS | Ryan had his own humor, probably fueled by all the alcohol he liked to drink, but most of the times it was just the man's teasing manner ready to wrap itself around any words he adressed. Ruby tilted her head to the side, watching Ryan speak in the usual mocking way, taking on her love for her guns. She pouted her lips, and spoke. "Aww, Ryan.." She did seem touched by his question, until she continued. "This is a P227 Nitron SIG, .45 calibre and holds 11 rounds. I would never cheat on this baby. Unless you give me back my bazooka, then yes, I'll love you so much." Stupid safety rules, people around the warehouse begged to play with explosives and she couldnt even clean her weapons without being looked weirdly at.
In all honesty, Ruby didnt feel okay with moving out of the warehouse either, she would miss the noise made by others (but she'd definitely enjoy the new and quiet place) or the evenings when Ryan brought bottles of vodka that just had to be emptied. Darn, Ruby loved using those for target practice, not that the skill wasnt maxed out.
A change was needed though, in case any "visitors" ever stumbled in Chicago, and Ruby could not afford having to give away the warehouse's indentity just for a family reunion.
"Yes ma'am, they'll be gone asap." Gone, as in, to the new place. Red agreed on the man's authority and all that leader stuff, but sometimes letting him know that not everything was serious business, was a must. She mockingly folded her arms as he did, her back straight as if she was imitating a soldier's pose, while a hand went to her forehead and saluted King in a formal way. Obviously while still smirking.
With a more relaxed pose, Red kicked a box with ammo into moving it closer to the others, stacking one on top of the others. Obviously she did not retrieve her stash from the warehouse's whole ammo 'vault' (which was really just a well reinforced room) since she used less bullets than the group as one, so two boxes were sufficient for her and all her weapons. And as a bonus, knives didnt even need to be reloaded.
To the woman's surprise, Ryan went silent for a moment or two at the news, as if he was shocked or something. Was he upset, or angry? Ruby looked at him again as there were no words from him, tempted to wave her hand in front of his eyes just for her own amusament and to mock the TV kids cartoons. But instead she listened to him now that he came back to reality. She shook her head in disbelief, sighing. There it was, the whinning. "I'm not leaving, Ryan. It's like...sleeping somewhere else. I'll still be in the warehouse at day, you know? I think I might even make some changes around this old room, turn it into an office or something.." On that note, Ruby moved her hand under her chin, forming a relaxed fist and looking back at the empty room, trying to imagine herself placing a desk or some stuff in it, just to annoy Ryan with the fact that he wont be the only one with his own fancy office. And that might even make her feel like a proper right hand, now that she thought about it. But this room was not made for being an office, it had no windows, no natural light (a reason why Ruby chose it in the first place). Maybe she'll blackmail someone into switching rooms, later.
"Oh my god, I did tell you! You're being ridiculous now. Betrayl? Lets not use such a strong word. Plus, I'm not becoming a filthy Bianchi rat or moving in with one of them, it's just a new place, you make this sound like a big deal. Plus, I feel more independent like that. What if I ever have guests coming over, and I have to show them Enigma's hideout because I just down have a place for myself? I bet you wont like another blonde around here, asking questions. Or..other people, I dont know." Oh damn you know. Andrea was in the PD, Red wouldnt bring her into Enigma anyway, so a new place would be a wise move. And she kinda felt strange seeing Max and Jacob having their own homes (even though she had no idea where Jacob lived, YET) and she just lived with her pack.
"I would never abandon my big ass brother." She raised her brows at him, looking lovable just so she could go hug him. And she went closer, opening her arms and wrapping them around the man's middle if only he wasnt going to continue the whinny act. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 28, 2015 0:48:49 GMT 2
How could he be scared? He was a police officer, dealing with danger everyday (as much as Jacob and Ruby did too) and not fearing to step out of his comfort zone to just bring down some criminals. He was peobably scared of losing Birdy, losing the criminal whom he had befriended after some hateful actions. On that thought, Ruby remembered the dy she met Pierce. That shady alley, those rich guys, the whole misunderstanding that could have put them at the other's throat now sounded ridiculous. He had been after information, and she was after the guy's watch - it was like a scenario in a comedy movie. But somehow, they did not hate each other at the beginning either. They were quite peaceful around the other, she at least had shown some natural trust in him, blind respect. Maybe the three's friendship was a gift. Lost in those thoughts, visualising each image now while staring with half closed eyes at the floor, Ruby felt her cheek get warmer, meaning more tears came flowing . She felt perfectly safe in the French's embrace, but she wished to have been able to give that feeling to Jacob. Safety though did not make her any less worried, about what the doctors did and what they would say. "I just want to see him out of that room." Red was so glad he could not watch her cry, watch the blame cloud her emotions and sewing a new pattern on the friendship's pelt. While Blackwood didnt get the time to inspect the syringe, see the amount of serum that could have been stored in it, she hoped the medics did their best on trying to make Jacob healthy again. She felt Max's calming, reasurring hand run through her locks, silently telling her that all will be fine. But what if it wont be? What if Jacob Pierce gave his last breath there, on that hospital bed? All those memories, all those events, the kiss... Ruby would be too shattered to even attempt to raise herself from the ground. Losing one of the two men meant losing..her family. A different kind of family, not like Enigma was. The mafia was her soul group, her home, her adoptive family. But these two were a bit more than that. She couldnt name her feelings for them both, without hurting herself or them, and the best way to keep this was as a free relationship. But that was complicated right now. Even if Max Madden gave her the permission to cry, she couldnt bring herself to breaking down like a little girl. Big girls dont cy, and yet the tears streaming down her face told otherwise. It was an irony that her eyeliner was waterproof, but a proof of her paranoia, thinking it was better to be safe than sorry, in everything. There were footsteps being heard from the corridor in front of them, a tall silhokuette marching towards the two. Ruby felt the need to break this embrace and look as if she could handle stuff on her own, lowering her head as she put the normal distance now between herself and the cop, running a hand across her cheekbones to wipe away the tears. A doctor approached them, with a small clipboard in his hand hanging at his side. Red's hands were obviously trembling from the sight of the medical staff member, bracing herself for the worst but on the verge on having a panic attack. "Hi, I'm Doctor Trench. We have news on your friend." |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 27, 2015 23:35:18 GMT 2
Hello there, blue eyes~ So, I'm not much for formalities, I'll jump right into it. Your character's the manager of the club, so i guess he's there often. Maybe one day the NPCs cant fill in for their jobs as bartenders, and some other two persons have to take their place? I'm sure @daemonvance would make a good job, but it would be a challenge if he'd have to teach Ruby Blackwood the different kind of liquours or how to bartend. (since she's more into mixing poisons than drinks) Thoughts? Personal ideas? Open to suggestions cx |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 27, 2015 17:30:19 GMT 2
Ruby Red Blackwood | A classic 20s woman? Did Max really think that Ruby would just allow her the luxury to fain while one of her friends was dying? She couldnt even comment on that, each time she summoned her voice, it felt like her eyes would drown in some sudden tears. Keeping her mouth shut was keeping herself sealed. Deep breaths..Calm down..Jacob wont die, he cant just die without even saying goodbye, he cant die today. She took Max's advice, trying to balance her inhaling and exhaling.
Max was fast to bring Jacob, and the hospital staff who got summoned did not waste any second in coming to help the drugged mercenary onto a stretcher and then hurrying him somewhere else. Ruby's fast breathing could be noticed from afar, one's ribcage should not flinch like that. Where did they take Jacob? Why wouldnt these useless nurses let her go there with him, why did they stop the blonde and the cop from following?? They had to follow to make sure Jacob wont die! A frown formed on the woman's face in both frustration and terror, getting sightly pissed off by how the staff did not allow them in there, wheverer that was. "We have to be there!" What if something happened to Birdy and none of them were next to him? Bad thought! Stop it!
With the personel asking questions, Ruby snapped back to reality, her actions being no longer blurred and the staff no longer seeming to move in slow motion. Her glare darted from the staff asking vital stuff to Max. "Uh..I..I..10 minutes ago, maybe?" Her brows relaxed and came closer constantly while she struggled to give correct answers and aproximate the timing. The way out the hotel, the ride, it was for about 10 minutes, maybe even less? She wasnt sure, but it coulnt have been longer. "He became all dizzy and lost balance, he..he..couldnt talk well or move, eventually he passed out" Why did this feel like a weird, dangerous interrogation? "I dont think so, I dont know of any allergies he has." Ugh, failed this one, she really had no idea. When Jacob would be back, and he will be, she would have to ask him that personally.
The substance! A bulb lit in the blonde's head, her pupils dillating for a second. "Yes! I do." She had taken the syringe from the crime scene, there must be at least a drop left of that serum, either in the needle or the syringe itself. She searched frantically in the purse that hung unbothered at her shoulder. She really couldnt care about accessories, the purse, heels or shit like that, and apparently not dropping the bag had been a bonus. Red handed the syringe to the nurse, and the staff had noted some things down while scuttering to wherever they took Jacob to.
Max was no longer near her, Ruby panicked for a second, turning her head quickly to search for him, but spotting him in the next second walking back to her. He jumped in the protective big brother's role instantly, the two walking to the empty chairs in this waiting room, lounge, hall, whatever. Ruby had her hands on the back of her neck, letting her elbows hang close to her chest while doing what the cop told her earlier to do: deep breaths. As they sat on the chairs, Madden took off his coat and placed it on the blonde's shoulders, a very welcomed gesture at this hour. Evenings could get chilly, and now it was almost too late for anyone else to be on the streets anyway. She placed her elbows on her thighs, holding her face in her palms, but raising her head as she recieved the coat, lowering a hand to keep it closed for a moment while Max brought her even closer to himself. "Thanks." She couldnt manage more than a whisper right now. Her breath felt like it was being crushed.
His comforting tone and his concerned words helped in calming her down a great deal. She sighed silently, pressing her lips together and staring at the floor with a upset glare. "I'm ok, I dont need anything Max." I need to see Jacob on his feet again. She was terribly shaken by the thought that right now, Jacob's pulse could have went dead and the doctors would be just waiting for them two to calm down before breaking the news to them.
The shakiness in her voice made her eyes slowly get flooded as she broke the silence. "I'm scared, Max." Her lower lip trembled as she refused to let a single tear escape her pupils. "He has to be fine, he's Jacob, he cant die. I didnt know a mission could go so wrong. This whole fucking couple cover put him in danger, we could have done this without needing an alibi for god's sake." Soon she began ranting, her breathing jumping from time to time, yet there was one single tear running down her cheek. 20 Years of blocking emotion, all in vain. With the hand that didnt hold the coat closed, Ruby hugged Madden's middle, resting the side of her head close to his neck while he rested his own on her blonde hair. ♥ Painting white roses red;
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 27, 2015 16:35:30 GMT 2
| Max wanted to train Max for a PD dog? What a waste. But not actually. The training could be awfully useful, just that it was poorly applied - in the wrong field she meant. Why not make a great bodyguard and a good killing partner out of the dog? Well, it was Max's dog now. If he wanted to use the pup's potential like that, his choice. Ruby secretly planned to teach lil' Maxi a few things too, whenever she was asked to dogsit or just when Max was not watching. "Pets are never useless." It was true, they made a great "person" to talk to and observing an animal's behaviour was fascinating as much as observing your victim's pleading attempts. Huh..Maybe Ruby did think like a cat sometimes..
Red watched as Max gave his star to Jacob, smilling at how they seemed to get along so well..all three did, she realised. PD, Bianchi and Enigma, under the same roof, gifting stuff, later on eating cake - it sounded ridiculous. Yet it was far from being a lie. Should she go back to feeling the two were her enemies? It was almost impossible to do so. Plus, not having to keep a gun pointed at them while just greeting each other was way better.
In Ruby's experience, birthdays were days of expressing your gratitude for the fact that you were not dead yet. She recieved funny gifts in her past, their meaning being to cheer you up and give you a positive attitude to get through another year. Max and Jacob were...on the emotional side with birthdays it seemed. She should conform to that for the next birthday they'll celebrate; which luckily was Jacob's.
She couldnt help but feel a bit mocked because of that cat related book, but it was a good mocking sentiment, not the embarrassed, or angered type. She was just glad that each and every one of them had the same humor. Their jokes were the best. "Wait that's not fair, how will I continue spreading mischief around if you read about all my secrets??" The blonde gaped her mouth in an expectant, not approving way, tilting her hands questiongly; all that just to play around.
The woman watched in curiosity and mild confusion as Max got lost in thought at the sight of that book. Ruby could name by now a few things that helped develop the current Madden, but she still knew very little of 'Alice in Wonderland's ' inpact on his life, or more like, the ties between the person, the book, and his family. There was more to find out about Max. Pierce looked as confused, and she gave a small shrug from one shoulder, unsure of what had happened, deep down in Max's mind.
The cop seemed very touched by that book's presence, and soon there was a hug for Jacob, Max's thanks followed, and she looked at his expression once he turned to her, very attentive, not willing to leave out clues like that. She did not get enough time to subtly annalyse him, and gave him a smile and a nod, moving her hand between his shoulderblades to pat him a few times, as if to let him know that whatever it was that made him silent, it was ok to stop hidding it.
"So who wants cake? Cyanide-less..cake.." Ruby pressed her hands together in a silent clap whenever the silence would fill in, and inhaled deeply before speaking, trying to build up some courage to not fall into any sort of reminiscing mood. The second sentence came a bit stuttered, as if she was reasurring the men that her words were true, but regretted even bringing it up. The blank expression used for that got replaced with a small smirk- default expression.
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