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bcrninhell · 8 hours ago
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SERKAN ÇAYOĞLU YENI HAYAT | 7. BÖLÜM
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bcrninhell · 8 hours ago
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Camila Mendes for Armani Beauty.
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Tyler’s titties matter 👅
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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@sinnerssquarestart location: Liberty Diner
Looking for Mia Gallo's conspirator would take long, he'd gone to ground fucking quickly after the news of the Gallow slaughter had been released at the behest of the phantom Giovanni. Text messages, gods he hated the fucking things. And yet, it'd made obvious the hole within their organization. Someone reaching too close to the sun - "Come," he started, ushering the newcomer to the diner - empty, at his own order upon his arrival. He'd shake loose his location soon enough, and when he did the issue would quickly be fixed. "Gas leak, we've just called it in." Nevermind that two of his men stayed behind, ducking into the back of the diner to question the manager. "Better to head somewhere else for a bite to eat tonight."
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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The spaniel at her feet looked about as oblivious as Adam sometimes wished he could be. Vibes only. It did little to suppress the lowly chuckle that tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Look, between you and me, I've been chased up three times as many driveways by the tiny demon dogs than the big guys." And they were infinitely harder to catch, "I'd believe her."
Hues narrowed only slightly at the woman's recognition of the language he spoke, "You know it?" It wasn't a ridiculous feat - but the people he came across who could pick it out so easily were few and far between in his everyday life. "Rolls off the tongue a little easier than German does for me," he says, as if teaching the dogs in a language other than English was the only thing that made sense to him. "Hey, if either of these guys trips over their leash, they take me with them... I'm just cautious."
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Victoria’s gaze flicked between the rottweilers and their handler, her spaniel wagging its tail happily at her feet. The whistle, sharp and commanding, hung in the air like the first note of a symphony, the dogs responding with practiced precision. Their poise impressed her, though her little companion seemed oblivious, letting out a cheerful yip as if to say, No big deal.
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, her voice warm with a hint of humor. “But just so we’re clear, mine doesn’t bite either—though she’d love for you to think otherwise.”
Her gaze shifted to Adam, curiosity flickering in her expression. “Pashto, huh? Beautiful language. There’s a precision to it—it suits you.” She smiled faintly, the kind of easy charm that came naturally.
Gesturing toward the rottweilers, she added, “You’ve got them trained like they’re ready for the spotlight. Meanwhile, I’m just hoping mine doesn’t trip over her own leash.” Her grin widened, a light laugh escaping as her spaniel wagged harder, entirely unbothered by the comparison.
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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"And a man doesn't usually come out, alone in public to drink his whiskey in peace unless he's heartbroken or scheming, and since I know the marriage isn't on the rocks yet..." Adam trails off, a small flicker of a gesture to the bartender calling for a drink of his own. It didn't bother him whether he was right or wrong; he wasn't here for anything other than a stoic reminder that he was watching - they were watching. With Mia Gallo dead, tortured, Adam knew it would only be a matter of time now. "To them, maybe." he glanced around at the few others scattered throughout the bar, "I'm not so ignorant."
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"Someone usually has one when they approach others in an empty section of the bar." Reyan replied and lifted his whiskey to take a sip. He glanced to the side and looked at Adam before he lifted his hand to order another drink. If this is how whatever conversation he intended to have would start, it would be better to have another drink ready when he was finished with his first. "And there is the reason." He chuckled and sighed. "You couldn't be further from the truth if you tried. I look like a man that wants to drink his whiskey in peace." Whatever intimidation tactic he was trying, it wasn't working. Reyan was never someone that took much interest when someone tried too hard.
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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"Cute," the retriever's ears lopped to the side, squirming a little in some attempt to get a little closer to his two, "You're gonna' have your hands full with that one by the looks of things." Adam had almost regretted getting his two at the same time - it'd been a fucking nightmare for the first few months. "You can put her down if you want, they'll stay where they are until I tell them to, might be worth getting her used to other dogs." He curled the two leads around his hand once more - good measure, rather than necessity. "Nah, you'll be alright. Goldens are usually pretty easy to train, you've just gotta be ready to take the time to do it. And treats... always carry treats."
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Derin was excited. Maisie officially got all her shots and now could be around other dogs and outside, which meant it was time for her first dog park experience. "Well, that's good. I'd say the same, but she's a nibbler." Derin let out a little laugh as she held the small golden retriever puppy in her hands. She's still learning and exploring. She only just learned her name," she said with a smile. "But maybe I'll need the name of your trainer if yours listen so well, I was totally delusional thinking I could do it on my own."
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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He huffs a quiet laugh at her rather astute observation, "No, not usually..." He paused, "Unless it looks like it might be worth fuckin' around for a bit, but that guy didn't seem too far off losing it." He'd learned it long ago from his father - well before he'd ever returned and taken up the badge. Some people weren't worth the few moments to take the mickey - others had buttons that could be otherwise pressed a little further. Eyes widen a little as she drains her drink, though there's no judgment, if anything, he finds it amusing. "Take it easy, Gallo." The first indication that he knows who she is - he knows who all of them are, regardless of their standing. "I'm not new to dealing with assholes, no." Another lowly chuckle, "pretty well versed, actually." Scrubs - she's the nurse. "No need, I'm finishing up for the night. Buy yourself another, or use it to make sure you get home okay."
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Amara felt relief wash over her, instantly, as she saw the man jump in. He was rather imposing, not someone that Amara would ever mess with. For all of her sharp tongued nature, when it came to violence and a threat of it - she froze. Swallowing hard, she watched with satisfaction as the drunk left her alone and got away from her - her eyes watching just to make sure. No surprise.
"Th-Thank you. You don't fuck around, do you?" She questioned, draining the drink she had in one gulp. It wa unlike Amara to drink like that, but how could that not unnerve her? "You seem like you deal with assholes like that often and know how to handle them. I only do when I have scrubs on, unfortunately." She shared. "Can I buy you a drink for a thanks?"
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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"She' like a good chew toy, it wouldn't hurt. More of a nibble than anything." It's not untrue, but the teasing nature is easy come when it comes to his dogs. Scare tactics are simple enough when one considered their size - or the fact that ninety eight percent of the time they're nothing but giant sooky children. "Friendly then," he chuffs at the white ball of fluff that lingers a little longer with the frisbee before taking off back to it's owner, or so he hopes. "Looks like your timing is terrible then, it's not usually this busy but I guess people are taking advantage of the sun."
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Whatever reprieve she was banking on this afternoon immediately fell short at the sight of a handful of pups littering the otherwise empty dog park. And on a weekday, no less. The pair of enormous canines now resting at one man's feet did little to quell the impression that they were sufficiently terrifying. "You sure? The one on the left keeps eyeing my leg." Half-joking. When their owner explained, Alara pivoted slightly to follow his gaze and noted a fluffy white Samoyed bolting over to retrieve a frisbee. "Not mine," she clarified whilst turning back. "I usually run around the park, but since there usually aren't visitors this time of day I thought I could cut through... My bad."
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bcrninhell · 6 days ago
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"He's never looked better..." relative to any of the mugshots pulled from the files, it didn't particularly matter which. Stella, on the other hand, he took a moment or two for him to draw his gaze from her, seeking out the sweatpants tossed wayside however long before hand. "That pricks face is seared into my mind anyway, it's overkill at this point." Disappearing for a short moment, Adam returns with two glasses of water, setting his own down only to reach out and switch the ruined page from her hand for the other glass, "hydrate,' a muttered suggestion as he frowned, steeping to flick up any other scattered pages. "Around three, I think. Hang around a few more hours if you want, get some sleep. I can "swing by and grab you on the way to the station." An effort that wasn't entirely outside of his realm when it came to some of the officers.
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Stella collapses into Adam's chest, closing her eyes against his shoulder and allowing herself to linger there in satisfactory bliss before rhyme and reason inevitably rear their ugly heads. She should have seen it coming really, a late night paired with a frustrating case stalemate, eased by the fifth of whiskey they'd both consumed while reading. All kindling to a fire that was set alight with the smallest brush of her hand over his as she reached for a file. Was it incredibly unwise? Yes. But was it the most exhilarated Stella had felt in months? Yes. The path of straight and narrow is often marred with divots. "Oh shit," she mutters, casting a glance to the torn page in question, and then further to the scattered files on the floor. Who threw them there, him or her? She can't remember.
Stella feels almost bashful in the afterglow as she slides off of Adam onto the couch, locating her underwear and sliding them on. "Mugshot," she mutters, holding up the now-wrecked page. "We probably did it a favour. What time is it?"
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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@grinningdevils - dylan location: ghost rider clubhouse
It still felt foreign, being here now - in the daylight. It took everything with her not to turn right back around and bury herself in the depths of New York. She'd done it once, what was truly to stop her doing it again? This. She told herself. Not being alone; feeling alone. A family that'd never given up on her, even when Daniela had nothing else to give. Literally. As it stood, watching pieces of the clubhouse she grew up in be pulled out into the lot - furniture riddled with bulletholes, covered in dark stains of what she knew was blood... it riled something in her, a mottled force to rise up against the desire to run. "There's burgers and stuff...--" she interrupts him before he can lay eyes on her - tell her to leave. "If you want some, before it all becomes a fight to the death for the last of the fries. I can take care of.. whatever you're doing, while you eat."
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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"Oooh," the sound is a testament to the ways in which drugs addled the bodies reaction to pain, a low whistle settles upon her tongue as she pulls out fresh stack of paper towel setting it next to her inks, "Yeah, this ones gonna' hurt like a bitch compared to those then. Unless..-- I have numbing cream, or foam.. if you don't wanna totally raw dog this one?"
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“ nah, it’s not my first tattoo. ” he says with an air of defensiveness “ just my first one not high as a kite on drugs. I can’t even remember getting my last ones, if I’m honest. ” there’s a shrug the follows the confession, eyes wondering down to the sharpie. “ okay, okay, maybe im being a bit dramatic. ”
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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It's sick, the plethora of scenarios that catapult through her mind. The mere idea enough, even now, to bring a tight knot to the thick of her throat. Daniela knows he's right - knows that he's never spoken anything more truthful. "Don't," she warns quietly. Next time, it could be. And there wasn't a single thing she could do to stop it. It's enough to cripple. She wetts her lips, seeking out something more to say, but inevitably, she's left with nothing. Nothing but the inability to look at him straight. "I don't need you to tell me what my brother will or won't do, Dylan. I know better than anyone," or she did, but she can't imagine that a decade has done anything more than harden him. "I know what I'm risking, and I know where this ends." What she didn't realize, was how much it was going to hurt, hearing Dylan call her on how utterly selfish she'd been. Self-preservation aside; she'd burned every bridge she'd ever built and this one - this one felt catastrophic.
Standing feels like a beacon, and perhaps here it is. She can feel each pair of eyes that notices shift to her, and for a moment Daniela wished she'd brought a larger coat. Something that might seek to conceal her further. This was her choice, though, and with it, she knew she couldn't break beneath the weight of their stares. "No," she admits, hues trailing across features that she might have hoped to find familiarity in but, so much has changed - so much of that fault lies in the palm of her hands, "No, it doesn't." But, if Daniela deserved anything at all - this was it. Walking out of here, her life hanging in the balance with Dylan at the helm of such strings, she can maybe hope that he won't seek the hollow gift of revenge - that he won't feed her to the wolves.
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"Well it could be, next time." It's a beige statement, delivered with an edge that makes it feel more like a threat. Dylan has no delusions about his role here - he's a foot soldier at best, expendable when the time comes. Unless he can succumb to the Ghost Rider ideology and lose himself in the process. Either way, he's bound for death. "You should know your brother well enough to know that he's not gonna let that shit slide. Surely you can see what's comin', D. Only one way this shitstorm ends. But I know you'll do what's best for you and get far away from here before it all burns down." He sneers at the brunette, delivering the jab, but internally it's a warning. A plea, almost. Get the fuck out of here. Don't die for this; for us. Leave that to me, I'll finish the job.
"Of course you'd say that," Dylan mutters under his breath, watching her rise hastily. However, as he glances through her to the customers reclined lazily in their booths, he can see that a few eyes have torn away from the girls and to them at the bar. Their window has closed yet Dylan feels no lighter, still weighed down by a lifetime's worth of insults and confessions he needs to purge. Shaking his head, he pretends to ring up the bill, busying himself with the register while he talks. "I just told you I wouldn't say nothin'. So I guess you're just gonna have to trust me with your life now. Doesn't feel good does it?"
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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"Well, you didn't want to go to the usual spot, and you're not happy about this place, so how about you tell me what it is you feel like so I can stop trying to guess at what might cheer you up." Evidently, Daniela didn't exactly like seeing the people around her anything but obviously happy in some sense - but it meant that if she was even a little unsure, she wouldn't really stop until she could be. "Oh, hell no. I'm not going on my own." A defiant look crossed her features, "This is your night, not mine."
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Rowan shrugged and lifted the beer to his lips. "Nothing wrong with knowing what you like, Daniela." It made things easier when he knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't make changes if he didn't have to. If he liked something, it was easier to keep it or buy replacements than seek out something new. He took a sip and set the bottle down before he looked over at her again. "How are we gonna do that?" The only distraction he wanted if this didn't work was a night on the open road, but he knew he wasn't dressed for a long ride. "Neither. You go dance if you want to. I'm fine right here. I'll even watch your drink."
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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To that, she simply drank. There were a great number of people that Daniela knew would find disappointment in her when the truth came out. It would, inevitably, but until then, she'd do everything within her power to keep it at bay for as long as possible. "Oh, I'm very aware. I might have been dead but I certainly haven't forgotten how much you love the fast lane." Once, she'd been the same, until every risk she took circled back to bite her in the fucking ass. "A few people," but she'd yet to step foot back into the clubhouse - or the home that settled above it. First, she'd drink herself stupid, drowning out the desire to talk herself out of it. She'd already approached Jason and Dylan - too many eyes had found her in the crowd. There was no going back now. "Figured it'd be best if I didn't let them find me and I found them instead..." Lips pursed, teeth scoring across her lesser lip in anxious thought, "I'm going to see Zak, in the morning.."
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"Ballsy can be a pretty hot look, though," he said, shrugging. "More attractive than being a coward, at least." He didn't care much for weaklings. "Sure, I guess. Life's pretty boring if there isn't any sort of risk involved at any point. You know? I get it." Some people appreciated boring, mundane lifestyles that were entirely predictable, but Henry wasn't one of them. He nodded at her words, sipping his drink as he contemplated what he'd say next. "Makes sense," he stated. "You don't wanna be doing anything too risky or whatever," he said, shrugging. "Have you made any sort of contact with them or are you expecting them to find you?" he found himself asking. "You've probably got a lot to catch up on. I'm sure you'll find someone to fill you in, though."
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bcrninhell · 9 days ago
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@illlogic-s location: daniela's apartment complex
It wasn't possible. Her immediate thought as she closed the door in the face of a ghost from her past. It shook her to her core. Despite knowing that her return to the underworld of New York would kick the nest of snakes, somehow, she might have continued on believing that the tiny piece of the world she'd carved out for herself would remain, hers. The breath she damn near hacked into her lungs as the chill of disbelief rattled through her spine felt full of fire. Daniela had thought that between Dylan and Zak - the hardest and most unwelcome of reunions was over and done with - and yet, JB standing on the other side of her front door; about to knock as she'd gone to leave - whatever plans she'd had entirely forgotten now. If she stood there long enough, he'd leave, right? Yes, he'd undoubtedly seen her, she'd swung the door open with little abandon and, caught in the headlights of her own bad decisions, she'd looked her ex dead in the eyes. The harrowing echo of shattered pieces of her heart seeking to swallow her whole. Shit.. he wasn't going to leave - if he'd come this far, Daniela knew him better than that. The door creaks, the vice grip she has on the polished handle not quite enough to still the slight tremor in her hand. Inches, is all she gives, as if giving him a further peek into her home would reveal the last decade to him. "How did you find me?" The work that'd gone into disappearing had severed all ties - she'd always been careful. Admittedly, she'd probably believed she was safer than she truly was. "Did you have someone follow me?"
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