A lot of people wish to see me dead, I take great pride in that.
indie assassin oc.
END of an era, oh my god. 4 and a half years on this exact blog, nearly 36,000 posts and I have finally revamped Chey --- same character, same layout, just a fresh blog to really get my muse back! come on over, i’m writing starters for everyone, but this blog will not be deleted, there’s too many memories in it, it will be staying up as an archive X
A lot of people wish to see me dead, I take great pride in that.
indie assassin oc.
decided to revamp chey and make a new blog, gonna archive this one once the new one is up and running because, yeah, my muse is far too bogged down on this blog
A stretch of cloth had been pulled from his pocket as he walked — something he carried with him often for just such an occasion — lint free, clean and now, as hot breath billowed from his lips amid the ice of the evening, used to rid his hands and face of the tell-tale streaks of blood that would, surely, draw the attention of anyone who passed. No, he didn’t know the guy — a glance in the blonde’s direction being a prelude to his words as they came to an area that opened out onto a full and bustling square — but he did know of a CONNECTION, a person with whom they’d both worked in the past.
“I know a guy he’s worked for, I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me. Any connection is tenuous.” Still, any connection at all didn’t rest well in Seb’s mind. Taking Chey’s hand, meanwhile, he pulled her close, one arm wrapping itself around her waist as he gazed out across the busy crowds before looking down at his clothing, the appearance of which he deemed, quickly enough, to be passable, any blood there having dried to a darkened maroon — a colour that blended away, almost to invisibility, amid the already dark hues of the garments he wore. There was simply no alternate way of getting to where he needed to be — the square would need to be crossed, and now.
“Like I said, stay close — folks might pay less attention to a couple.” Whether that was true or not it hardly mattered since the close proximity of Chey’s form, alone, would go a long way to concealing the blood streaking his; blue eyes, hard and steely given the situation, seeking hers again as he made to continue. “Opposite side, there’s a place we can clean up. You keep your eyes down or on me, understand? Few minutes, we should be there.”
Seeing such a mess of a job, such lack of remorse for human life, it was a shock for Chey. A throwback to her own messy self, it would do no good to fill in unnecessary silence. She had stumbled upon something she was not welcome to, was not supposed to see. But it was too late to back out of the situation, especially now as they edged on the busy square. Christmas shoppers, tourists and locals alike. It was guaranteed to be stumbled upon, only the tiniest of windows was left. Chey racked these thoughts all the way through her mind, back and forth until his grip dragged her out of it. Startled, but not resisting, her eyes found his quickly, body pressed close to his.
“ It could still be enough for people to come looking.” Perhaps her words were a bit sharper than she would have liked but, regardless, she tried to remain looking as natural as possible. When it came to work, she was a control freak. She had to know every detail, every known contact, relation, leverage. She could curse herself for getting involved, her curiosity always got her in trouble.
Naturally, she subtly averted her eyes across the square, quickly finding his again as a silent agreement. There would be no point in fighting it, not yet, not while the Met could be crawling over their arses at any second. Chey nodded, reaching to take his hand to blend in, as they hoped. “ Alright, go. ”
that feeling when you get to leave college early because you’re ahead on the deadlines and submitted all your work
yesssss
i shall do replies here tomorrow X
LIKE FOR A STARTER; mutuals and non mutuals!
“ Tomorrow in the morning, actually. – You knew, working for me, that he wouldn’t be easy to get a stable love life, and still you stubborn to get married. Worry not. I’ll give you a month after this hit. I might also give you a hand. ”
In the end it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how good she was at her job, or how established and respected she was --- he was the boss. Chey knew when to respect someone and so she did, tightly smiling. “ Just a stubborn nature, but at least I get the job done. Appreciated. ”
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[ & ] —— Liam had been sitting at his desk in his study, a gun laying on the flat surface. He was bored out of his mind and had absolutely no contracts. A bored Liam was never a very good Liam… It meant things would be exploding soon. In the very literal flames and bombs sort of way.
When he heard Cheyanne come on, her voice ringing through his apartment, a flare of adventure flooded his system. F I N A L L Y, something to do. She would have plans, he was sure.
Liam jumped up and went to pull the door open, smirking at her when they came face to face. “Well, hello, sweetcheeks,” he grinned, then moved back to his desk to pick his gun up, shoving it inthe the back of his waistband. “What’s up? Please tell me it’s somethin’ interestin’… I’m goin’ out of my damn mind today.”
God, she hadn’t seen him in so long, and it showed on her face. A guilty smile, but nevertheless growing by the second. Stupid jobs, taking her far away from her loved ones. When was the last time they had properly hung out? Gone out on hits for fun, played COD until the early hours whilst drinking their body weight in beer. Chey laughed as she watched him keenly get up, giving him one quick, tight hug.
“ Slow down you, it’s my day off, ” she winked cheekily, making herself right at home on the couch opposite the desk. “ I’m running errands, and have something to discuss with you. ”
The question had been running around in her mind all damned day long. How exactly she would ask it, the words that would show him how keen she was. True, she could have eased into the conversation but damn it, she was excited. Letting her jacket fall off of her shoulders, she grinned at her best friend. “ Y’know how the wedding is mere weeks away, well now the hiccups are starting to show and there’s been a problem with your invitation... ”
oh god sorry, i’ll try and get on tomorrow. been such a busy day and my meds are playing havoc with my head so i’m going to sleep that off <3
gonna try and make an effort to get my ass on here again after college tomorrow, <3
open // mutuals and non mutuals.
“ I’m such a moody cow tonight, I even wish I could avoid myself. ”
“ Tsk, you’re underestimating the city, dear. – You will pose as a local, not stricto sensu even though it might work… If you’re a bit rusty we will arrange for you to pose as a Russian expatriate. You’ll work with our men there. They don’t know my name, as always. Use the basic protocol. ”
“ No. I won’t be rusty, the job will get done, basic protocol as always, boss. When am I expected to leave? Tonight I assume? ” The question could pose as rhetorical, Chey answering it ahead of him with a sigh. “ I do still have a wedding to plan, will there be a break after this? ”
man i need to sort out my tags.
but in other news i’m just waiting for my friend to wake up so i can pick her up and we’re going to the library to study... i’m off work for 2 weeks now though so my commitments will just be college and coursework, meaning my activity should pick up a bit <3
