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A New World Order; Sure let's go with that
Topic Started: Nov 15 2016, 02:59 AM (1,848 Views)
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((I'm thinking maybe Sin wants to text/call ahead? Or Cas is going to be waiting a while for his keys....XD ))

Leila glanced as his hand came towards her, a small smirk on her lips as he leaned towards her. She wriggled her nose a little as he complimented her glasses, "Well feel damn special, you're one of very few privvy to seeing me this way." She told him with a stubborn nod. In fact he should feel like one hell of a special snowflake. She didn't kick him out of bed in the the mornings. She fed him. And watered him. She was comfortable enough with him that a show wasn't necessary. "Now...what exactly is your plan here, beb?" She asked, unconsciously tilting her head a bit as he played with her hair. "All I know is you're currently blocking my path to a nice hot shower..." she added, her lips twitching with contained laughter.
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The last few weeks had flown by with little worry for Leila. She was happily surprised to find Tripp becoming something of a regular. Girl really was out of place...but it was a nice, sweet change. Leila was even beginning to view the doe eyed art student as something of a friend. Kaleb hadn't shown his face in weeks which meant the memory potion she'd had Bones slip him must've worked. In fact, her visits from the royal guard dog were few and far between as of late which was a welcomed change. That night, she'd kept up with Remy shot for shot after close, having slipped very happily into an endorphin driven sleep.


Some time during the night, Leila was rather unpleasantly awoken by a burning in her chest. Careful not to stir Remy, she rolled out of her bed and rather unceremoniously threw her silk robe on as she rubbed at her sternum. Something wasn't right. She'd had heartburn before but this...this wasn't that. She made her way into the bathroom, not bothering with a light as she lit the candle she kept on the sink. Running the water a little, she ran a damp cloth along her neck. She chuckled a little as she caught the love bite Remy had left. Damn Cajun marking his territory. Leila caught herself on the sink as her airway suddenly constricted and her legs collapsed on themselves. She wheezed, blinking as her vision became blurred. One drop of blood in her porcelain sink. Then another. And another...She whipped her head up with another wheeze, a snarl on her face as she saw the blood dripping not only from her mouth, but from her eyes as well. Her porcelain skin was now whiter than the first snow. Her body was trembling as she let out a blood choked laugh. She knew this hex well...hell she'd designed it herself. It had also become a certain someone's signature. Only difference was, most would've died by now. Oh, he was a dead man...

"ENNIS GRAVES! YOU SHOW YOURSELF YOU F-FUCKING COWARD!" She screamed as loud as she could muster, the action taking quite a toll on her already abused frame. She shakily drew the sigil she needed in her own blood on the wall under the mirror. "ENNIS REGINALD BARTHOLOMEW GRAVES!" She repeated, pressing a blood stained hand to the sigil. She snarled more as she heard his chuckle, looking up to see his obnoxious smirk in the mirror.

"Well now...witchy doesn't look so good. I will say, I'm a little disappointed you didn't create a loophole for yourself, love." Ennis said simply enough, watching with a type of sick amusement at her pain. "I guess, though, since it hasn't killed you yet..."

"Call it off Ennis....now! You know you don't want me as your enemy you filthy, vile, douche-canoe pretending to be human." Leila spat, her teeth by this point were coated in a light sheen of red. Even Ennis realized how the triple psycho filling was bubbling to the surface. “You know better than to make an enemy of me…” He, in fact, knew in the back of his mind not to push this too far. Someone like Leila was prone to snapping...and no one wanted that. He’d seen the aftermath once. At the same time, however, she couldn't go unpunished for this.

"Aye, but you should know better than to lie to me you whore." He stated calmly instead, quirking an eyebrow slightly as she laughed. Literally threw her head back and laughed at him. It was choked and body but...damn that was offsetting. She was obviously in pain by the fact her breathing was ragged and her body was almost convulsing but instead of screaming or crying she was laughing. Leila watched as he extinguished the candle beside her picture, coughing up blood violently as air rushed back into her lungs. "You told me there was no one else who witnessed the prince’s tantrum the other night..."

Leila wiped the dripping blood from her mouth shakily as she thought it over. Bloody hell...literally. This would take forever to clean up. "Because there were no others..." she glared but she was still giggling. Ah shit...Tripp. That poor, sweet, naive girl was there that night.

"You know damn well there was. Now, her blood is on your hands, Leila." He watched as her amusement turned to unadulterated rage.

"You leave her be, Graves! We had a deal! Kaleb isn't a problem anymore." She snapped, her snarl back as she watched Graves lean towards the mirror like a gazelle taunting a lioness. Oh, how she wanted to ring his neck. Tripp wasn't some informant. She was some university student in the wrong part of town. Graves didn't care though, and she knew the royal family didn't give a shit about an innocent girl so long as they kept up their image. An almost deranged grin came across her lips, being met with only a dark scowl. "You know...its cute you're trying to be all scary and foreboding, bonesy. You forget, I know scary. You ain't got his smile..." Leila appreciated the twitch in his eye. There was only one fixer that outshined Graves, and that was only because he had 30+ years in the game. He also got his hands a hell of a lot dirtier. Where Graves had the ghostly remnants of a moral compass, this other guy? He was dead inside and was someone this witch knew to avoid like the black plague. Well, she'd learned the hard way. But she'd learned....

"I'm serious, Leigh...you fucked up. Big time. That girl? Whatever happens to her? It's on you. They're bypassing me on this one. They're going to him. You fucked up. I can't help you out of this one." And with that his face vanished, leaving only her reflection in the mirror. In one final fit of rage, Leila let out an ear piercing scream. Loud, long, and literally shattered the mirror in front of her into shards as they hovered in the air around her. She clenched her teeth as she ran the water, trying fruitlessly to rinse her hands, neck, mouth and face clean of blood as her mind went into overdrive. Her body was slowly recovering but she was furious. She had to get to Tripp before he did. She had to warn her. Suddenly, though, her mind kind of...snapped. It was as if her mind couldn't process the fear, anger, dissatisfaction…

She slipped to the floor, curling her knees up to her chest as her mission to wash her blood away was forgotten. She felt a familiar giggle bubbling up, eyes flickering up to watch the glass shards float around her. She flicked them away with one hand as the other played with her ragged hair. You screwdled up, Leila...you fucked up bad. That girl is gonna die. Poor. Innocent girl. Stood no chance. Why should it surprise you? You've never been of use to others unless your legs were open. His voice echoed in her head over...and over. “You done fucked up witchy...you fucked up bad…” She softly sing-songed to herself between laughs, her voice hoarse as she continued to watch the shards sparkle around her in a deadly kind of beauty. “Someone's gonna die...you fucked up baaad…bloody and beaten, left defeaten...she's gonna die alright...” She giggled madly, slowly clenching her fists into her blood stained hair and looked down to her knees.

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A deep crimson envelope was slipped under Sin's door. No name, no return address...just the crimson envelope with a black wax seal on the flap. Within the envelope was a picture of Tripp (probably her student ID photo), her address and a phone number with the message "Call for further instructions. Message to self destruct in 1 hour." written in a rather beautiful calligraphy, but there was something off about the red ink that had been used. It definitely differed from her usual assignments...
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As far as surprises went, Tripp had had more than one in the past couple of weeks. The mishap with the rain had turned out rather positively... she had actually made a couple of friends out of it, or at least friendly acquaintances. She didn't know if it was okay to say friends yet... but she did rather enjoy spending her free time down in the Lowcity with Remy and Leila and occasionally the rather intimidating presence of Sin.

She'd even seen the handsome rich man, Cas...imir? she thought, a couple of times in the bar. He was always dressed way too nicely for that part of town, but he never seemed to rub in his wealth... well...except in the form of buying the entire bar drinks. One night he'd gotten particularly drunk and bought the entire night for everyone - Tripp had found herself wondering how in the world he could afford something like that... and what that bill even had been.

She still stayed clear of alcohol - she saw how it made people and truthfully, she feared the repercussions of losing her inhibitions. There was no reason to tempt fate...or her self-control for that matter.

Unfortunately though, this week had been a rough one- she'd been confined to her dorm room, finishing projects. She had so many due that she'd barely eaten, much less slept in the past seventy-two hours... Exhausted though she was, she just had to finish these projects before there would be any visiting the bar and her new... friendly acquaintances.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced over at the clock. 2AM. It had officially been 36 hours since the last time she'd gotten some good sleep..... she didn't know how much longer she could keep up this pace, but...if she wanted to keep going in the program, her project work needed to be flawless.
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