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pumpcdupkcks:

“not at all, that’s one of my favorites to play actually. it is very overused, but that just shows how good it is.” she pointed out with a small smile. nora never minded an audience. she was used to playing for them, big or small. the reason she wanted to be a music teacher in the first place was to spread music to as many people as she could. now at least she got to do it on a much smaller scale here. look for the positive in everything, that’s what she was trying to do. settling her hands on the keys she inhaled softly before beginning to play the requested song, letting the music carry her far away from the clubhouse. 

         The pleasant calm was an easy break from reality. Within the first few keystrokes Gregg could feel his eyes slipping shut and mind carting him away elsewhere. The fantastical imaginings of his mind, anything but here, was significantly better than what he knew awaited the moment he allowed himself back to the present. Admittedly the disconnect was so much that, for just a moment, he couldn’t even hear the music anymore and once he returned he had to check and see if it was still here. And it was, the spell broken by his own volition. Once her song came to an end he gave the smallest of smiles and nods, “Beautiful.” And a soft, “Thank you.”

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liliism:

HIS words are obliviously a symbol of caution. something lily didn’t really follow when her whole life had just been risks. the reward? being high. the feeling of euphoric escape. “ but you’re not one of those people, ” she objects quietly. the conversation intimate. seemingly secured between the pair. “ so its okay. ” azure blue hues focus on her intensely focused company. “ it’s scary here, yeah. but it’s a roof over our heads. food. blankets and pillows. ” a luxury for the woman who had known the streets so well. “ so i can deal with the unpleasant for those things. ” NAIVE or STUPID to the gangs power would be up to him. 

         “Ah ... no. No, I’m not a career rapist.” The most aggression he’d ever taken out was on someone starting it first in the line of his work. Or cursing at malfunctioning instruments. While Gregg was certainly not a passive individual he had also never taken it upon himself to force anyone to give him anything they didn’t want to. Fingers wrapped around the tungsten band on his left hand, spinning it in slow circles. “I had all of those things back home. I don’t need them provided to me from strangers who would just as soon see me dead --- or worse.” He had a family to get home to --- wife, and a life outside of that. Perhaps the Anserini should have been more careful who they pissed off, he wouldn’t have been hired to crack their safe in the first place. “You shouldn’t have to deal with those things. It’s disgusting.”

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pumpcdupkcks:

“oh…well good, i guess.” nora replied with a smile. it was hard to gauge how people would react to even something as simple as a little music around the house. some were on edge, some seemed kind enough, and others were just plain assholes. but she saw it as a brief escape from reality. something beautiful in the midst of a horrible place. “no, not at all. i’d be happy to.” she smiled softly, laying her hands on the keys. “any suggestions? i know quite a bit of classics by heart, but i found some books in the library too.” 

         “Would it be too obvious to request Clair de Lune? It’s so simple and overused but it’s always been a tranquil piece.” Slowly he shifted into the room and away from the door frame. If she were going to be so kind as to oblige his request the last thing that Gregg wanted was for someone to wander by and question what was going on in the room because of his occupation of the door. Though he didn’t stand and merely lingered by one of the walls, Gregg was sure to make himself as quiet as possible as he came to rest with his hands folded before him. A pleasant break from reality. If he closed his eyes he could pretend he was elsewhere. Home with his wife.

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liliism:

LILY seems solemn. she’s quiet, to herself. she’s curled on the small chair she sits at, knees brought to her chest. feet are bare as they press into the cool leather, it’s oddly soothing. she idly tinkers with a rope anklet that is a pop of color against creamy skin. “ just bored, i guess… ” she begins quietly as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. “ i understand i can’t be high the whole time. but i want to be. makes things easier… ”

         “I’d be careful who you say that around. Someone might give you something unpleasant to do instead.” He’d seen it, in the cracks of the doorway, as he shifted by. It was like he were a child, chided to wander the house when his parents were looking to have a Sunday to themselves --- except these were adults being forced into these actions. Gregg’s own tone was softer, expecting the wrong ears to pick up on his soft warning. Even so, his eyes didn’t rise from the pages of the book he had thrown himself into. Anything to keep his mind busy.

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pumpcdupkcks:

nora had been leaving the room she shared with marco a little more lately ever since she’d discovered the piano. usually she only played if daniel was around, or if she was completely alone, like today. fingers gingerly danced over the keys, and she let her eyes slide shut. she often found herself getting lost in the music, something she welcomed even more so now that she was trapped in this clubhouse from hell. finishing the song she let out a soft sigh. after a moment a noise sounded behind her and she glanced over her shoulder. “my bad, i was just finishing.” she muttered, but made no move to get up.

         “You don’t have to stop... it was quite relaxing, really.” The music had lured him over, as if it were the one serene thing about this place. For how long he had been in the door frame admiring her skillful keystrokes. He could have nodded off standing there --- it was so peaceful. A break from the reality of a situation he barely understood but was sure he didn’t want to be in. “If you were so inclined to continue ... I wouldn’t be opposed. If you didn’t mind an audience, that is.”

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amildyo:

 Anger bubbles dangerously close to spilling over, hardened gaze towards the other with intent. It’s not the touch itself so much as the GULL that they have, that she’s here to be played with. Maybe if she was younger or weaker, they’d be able to get away with it. If she wasn’t LINKED to a particular blonde psychopath, maybe they wouldn’t fear for their lives after. “Touch me again – I’m sure R O S E would love to hear about it.”

         Fresh release from the attic of misery. Gregg’s first stop, admittedly, was to the kitchen to scarf anything down that might cease the grumbling in his stomach. With the absence of whoever it was that carted him off (he’d never seen her before, really) he made to explore. To press, to observe and see if he was really stuck here. If this was a dream. Though it seemed as if it might have been easier to just stay in the attic for the things he saw and heard. At least now he could help, right? “Are you really just going to grab a woman by the breast and expect that she’s going to respond positively?” Three strides forward and he was pushing at the other man’s shoulder, “Back off, leave her.”

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CCTV footage caught TOM HIDDLESTON being taken to the clubhouse outside town. Audio suggests that it’s actually GREGORY CARTWRIGHT, the 37 year old VICE. HE was taken because HE WAS HIRED BY AN OUTSIDE SOURCE TO CRACK INTO ANSERINI VAULTS AND STEAL FUNDS and apparently they DON’T KNOW their kidnapper. HE is COMPULSIVE as well as FEARLESS, rumour has it that they’re HETEROSEXUAL. Don’t get too close though, after all MIA TREMBLAY might be watching.

did you ever just like, fuck up so bad? like really fucking bad and instantly regretted it cause it just sits in your stomach like a pit and finally you find out why? yeah ... that’s this fuck here’s problem. here’s gregg.

born and raised in Chelsea, London, England with a dead posh British accent thank you very much.

his childhood is unremarkable really. school, moving, death of family, it only starts to get interesting with work.

his father was an honest to god locksmith. naturally gregg picked up on this because a lot of the times when your parent is so good at something they make a lot of money off of it, you tend to do it, too. a side project of dad’s was breaking into small, personal safes. he showed gregg how to do it when gregg was small and the infatuation began there.

so in earnest, he’s a locksmith. he understands the tumblers and the picking and he’s picked before but he’s quite good at his job, really.

his true talent lies in the cracking of safes. which then turned into vaults. he’s been hired by legal organizations to legally break into vaults before. such as: the US Marshal service repossessing a property and needing access to the vault on said property. if they didn’t want to blow the vault they hired Gregg Cartwright to do it for them.

which also means he’s illegally handed out his services, and this is where the trouble begins. very pricey contracts for the risk, and he gets to keep 20% of the inside of the vault’s value on top of the contract’s fees. basically he’s rich and he’s good at what he does.

and he was hired to break into an offsite vault for the Anserini. someone who was either mad at them or knew of their wealth --- whatever. point is, Gregg ain’t from the area (he was in Vancouver on business) and he took the contract like “yea it’ll be quick sure”. it was. he did well. he made bank.

but the Anserini are ... the Anserini. they sent out their lovely information collector (hello Cyrus Augustine) to peel the skin off of someone’s body until he told them who he hired to break the vault and ...

Mia Tremblay hunted his ass down and brought him here. so here he is, because he took the wrong contract and it was an honest to god mistake (kind of he totally meant to keep the cash).

his problem is that he’s married, and it’s from within the past two years. got one of those nice tungsten wedding bands with an onyx inset along the rim of it, and he kind of wants to get back home to his wife (which we all know ain’t gonna happen). so he’s pretty antsy and impatient with all of this and certain he can broker a deal to get out (he can’t) but ... well, the spirit is willing to try.

anyway! that’s Gregg. come @ me for plots, pls.

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