#ℛ;; тнє ¢αт'ѕ συттα тнє вαg | &&. ρℓα¢єнσℓ∂єя.

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       ❝        Even if we’re on   B A D    terms,                                           you can still    COUNT     on me.      ❞

&&. Beckett Nikolas | Ruby Faraday &&. T H E   C H A M E L E O N .  |  T H E   N I G H T I N G A L E . &&. Moodboard 1/? @rubyrednightingale

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@thesccrned

                        Her visits to one particular SLOANE BUCHANAN were becoming less and less in frequency, and there were quite a few factors influencing her decision in that regard, but, regardless of the reason, nights like the prior were now fewer and farther between, especially because she didn’t want to arouse suspicion within War’s neighbourhoods and was eager, still, to avoid the blonde’s roommate at all costs. It turned out in her favour this morning, however, for when Sloane set about for the day, she was already gone, leaving Beckett with the rare grace of exiting their apartment complex through an actual door and not a window. So she’d bid a warm goodbye to Angus, slung her leather backpack over her shoulder, threw on the hood of her favourite, black zip-up, and proceeded outside, hoping to avoid making eye contact with any of the town’s residents. 

                        It had stormed overnight and the Nikolas was quickly cursing the fact that she’d opted for her suede boots au lieu of her rubber ones, feet instantaneously DRENCHED as she’d mindlessly stepped into an ankle-deep puddle. With a sigh, she trudged forward, keeping her head low, when suddenly a car sped by in her direction, followed by a BUS, and the sound of someone swearing all but consumed her attention. It was a voice Beckett, for a fleeting moment, thought she’d recognized, but its owner was foreign as she crossed the street and realized some poor guy had been caught in the crossfire of an automobile and its hydroplaning. Offering him a sympathetic grin, the raven-haired girl fished out a hand towel she kept in her bag along with the rest of her toiletries and extended it to the stranger in place of the jacket he was removing, now sopping with water. 

                              ❛       Here    ---    This might help a bit,     ❜                                              noted she with a kind regard.                               ❛       It’s stupidly cold outside today,                                        you don’t need to be cold AND wet, too.     ❜       

                        And then her eyes flashed down to his exposed forearm, something catching her attention, as though on instinct, sage hues searching for that all too familiar War tattoo and finding it, but, surprisingly, THAT wasn’t what caused her brow to    arch    in confusion. No. Instead, her gaze lingered a moment too long on a DIFFERENT design, the same XXVIII tattooed into his flesh that she, herself, also bore. The one ink that had no accompanying story. The one that surfaced one day, out of nowhere, with no recollection on her part. She’d woken up one morning with a bitter hangover and a new tattoo that had no meaning, a betrayal to all those others in her collection, each and every one imprinted with the fondest of endearment. 

                        Brows furrowed and she slowly peeled up the sleeve of both her hoodie and leather leotard to reveal that SAME design, situated in the same place and ordained with the same lettered font, as though the tattoos came from the same ARTIST entirely.      ❛       Sorry, I... I know this is random, but    ----     Where did you GET this  ?     ❜       

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[ TEXT >> Victor Constantin ]: Hey, is this Victor's number? I hope so, because I got your number from my friend Zoe

[ TEXT >> Victor Constantin ]: I'm out of town right now on some business but I think my girl's in some trouble. Do you think you could pick her up and she could stay with you?

[ TEXT >> Victor Constantin ]: She called me panicking and I'm going to rush back as soon as I can to grab her from you but. Until then

[ TEXT >> Victor Constantin ]: I'm scared for her. Please.

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ruby, cameron, khalid.

Send me three names and I’ll tell you…

FUCK: Khalid { though idk she’d marry him too man he’s her childhood best friend }MARRY: RubyKILL KISS: Cameron

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{ TEAR ME APART. || Beckett &&. Elena. }

@elenagrigori

                                    After receiving a vague, anonymous message, which she assumed could’ve been from no one else except Jezebel, because no one except Jezebel and Jezebel alone knew of her covert operations in the infiltration of the House of War, Beckett had pulled her motorcycle into a ditch, abandoning it a way’s away from the rundown, decaying edifice for which her Commander had requested they meet. Perhaps her first mistake had been not checking FIRST;; it was unlike the Müller to ever present her with a message from an anonymous source. And perhaps her second fault was to not confirm their location, for meet ups at hauntingly foreboding buildings seemed to only be her thing when it concerned mutilation of some sort      ----      And that was, luckily, never something Jez had resorted to with HER. But Beckett had, foolishly, indeed, assumed that the woman would have a logical reason for her anonymity and the abandoned location both, perhaps something that happened which forced her hand into privacy and secrecy;; the Nikolas didn’t KNOW. But when it came to Jezebel, she had an undeniable trust in her judgement, and knew better than to ask questions.

                                         It had never proved to be a mistake up until now.

                                  So she sulked through the shadows, checking to ensure the coast was clear, before snaking through a now glassless window frame on the first floor. She stumbled around blindly a bit, noticing how the darkness around her seemed to swim and swirl, even dance now and then, and thought maybe she were going crazy until she realized that she was not ALONE. Curious. Usually Jezebel tended to make her presence KNOWN.

                                  ❛        ----     Jez   ?         ❜       Called out she, noting how the draft from outdoors caused the rotting floorboards to moan in protest, and shuddered.        ❛        I’m HERE. Sorry if I’m late.        ❜

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@deathsecond

                             Seeing how her path towards recovery was one of prolonged length and pain and stress, her physical health was taking its toll on her, so Beckett sought out rehabilitation in the form of yoga. The convention, which just so happened to be offered at the chain of hotels both her and her parents had frequented throughout her days as a child model, was clearly arriving in Bucharest at a very much needed time. So she sulked off for a day of R&R      ----      Jezebel, especially with her instructions to infiltrate War, had been pushing her to focus on her fighting, so she’d put flexibility training on the back-burner for a while. 

                             That all changed at the convention though; she spent most of the day stretching, getting readjusted into the meditation mentality. She had too much anger swamping her thoughts for her liking, and really, she needed desperately to clear her head. Focus. Repress. Get under control. Some might say she was pushing her limits, but the Nikolas didn’t really CARE.

                             By the end of the day she was definitely feeling a little saner about everything, she’d managed to morph her desire for vengeance into something palpable and she knew how to direct her anger to the point it wasn’t so unpredictable; so when she hobbled lamely into the elevator  --  she was healing, sure, but her body couldn’t function even a fraction of how it used to. Yet.  --  and saw Eris there, that Second Commander from Death whose name she’d only ever heard in passing until they met at a bank just the other day, she couldn’t help but offer the woman a soft smile. And then, as the doors were closing, thought it would be best to always be friendly, so she added;;

                             ❛       Eris, hey !  How’d you like the convention ?       ❜

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                             She’d already picked up Cameron and was all but dragging the woman’s ass across the city to none other than her childhood best friend’s penthouse. Now, she didn’t know much about Khalid anymore, but the Khalid she knew as a kid would’ve helped her in an instant, and she just prayed that after him witnessing her moment of weakness the other day, he would oblige. Because if he didn’t...

                             Beckett didn’t want to think about that. She had a job to do. Cameron, she could trust, Bex knew. Besides, the fact that she could sexually drape the girl around her finger if COMPLETELY necessary reassured her, too. She didn’t want to go to those extremes, but if proved necessary... All she knew was that this was her first week as a Commander and Bex wasn’t about to let down her House. Not when the stakes were so high. She’d do whatever it takes. And luckily, her alliance with Pestilence would be coming in handy      ----       Right about now.

                             She hadn’t said a word about it to Cameron yet, just gave her a peck on the cheek, grabbed her by the hand, and began dragging her away, explicating that they were going to another Pestilence member’s penthouse and that it was important and she couldn’t explain out in the open. Not yet. So when the door to her friend’s place finally peeled open, Beckett all but sprinted inside. She was still suffering a significant amount of pain from her injuries, but adrenaline, and borderline temporary psychosis, might she add, were fuelling her. The stress of her physical injuries had subsided. At least for now.

                             ❛         Khalid, Cameron      ----        ❜         She took a shaky breath. Sure, these weren’t HER members to command, she had no authority over them, but it was as though her regal presence radiated from her aura regardless of how she composed herself, these days.          ❛         I need your help.        ❜         Then with a sigh, she sifted out another’s cellphone from her pocket, offering it for them to examine.          ❛         I stole this phone, and I need you guys to hack into it for me. I need to find any kind of information that could prove useless. If you don’t     ----    I’m going to lose my job, and I really can’t handle that.        ❜         She met Khalid’s eyes then, purposefully, because he KNEW to what she was referring.          ❛         Not after everything this week. The pressure’s high and I’m struggling to keep up with it. So, please, can you help me ?        ❜        

@khalidahmadi

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Maia, Sloane, Jezebel.

Send me three names and I’ll tell you…

FUCK: SloaneMARRY: JezebelKILL KISS: Maia

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🙃 lydia AND jez

@xbubbleheart

@queenxofxthieves

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James ??? Tasha Love me

                                                         XXX

Name: Jasper Dalca-NikolasGender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Dark hair, piercing eyes, slim in stature, is always staring into your soulPersonality: Charming, eloquent, clever, quick-witted, charismatic, aloof, openmindedSpecial Talents: Bartending, business, modelling, deception Who they like better: BeckettWho they take after more: JamesPersonal Head canon: Eager to keep her biological child out of Famine, especially considering James wasn’t part of the syndicate, Beckett insisted that the father of her baby prepare Jasper to uphold the Luxaria legacy. Luckily, Jasper seemed to inherit his father’s genes in that respect, and his parents’ charisma and intelligence helped him become a very well esteemed businessman. However, as any child of Beckett’s { and someone who dubs himself The Hedonist } would, Jasper rejected the routine, monotonous, businessman life, flying to New York city where he became a fashion model for his grandparents’ company, doubling as a Wolf on Wall Street.Face Claim: Quinn Lord

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Syrus

                       Alcohol coursed through her veins so much it        appeared to fuel her more than her own blood, and there's        a grimace settling into her features, a very rare occurrence        for the kindhearted Nikolas.

                       ❛        If you say @hangmanmurphy‘s name again,        I will fucking RUIN you.        ❜        She’s seething, shaking her        head with an unrelenting vigour.       ❛        I worked for him        for two years, so maybe that means I owe him something.        I don’t know. But there’s a REASON I don’t work there        anymore. He’s a snake of a person, and he hurt the people        closest to me.       ❜        Her words were laced with venom,        nostrils flaring.       

                       ❛        Understand this;; I don’t endorse killing.        I DON’T kill. But I’d be willing to make an exception for him.        Because if I had the chance, I would strangle him to death,        gouge his eyes out, watch the blood POUR from the sockets.        ❜        She slurs the words, both chuckling and grimacing at        the mental image.       ❛            ----     Hehe. Sorry, was that        too vulgar  ?       ❜        

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I want the K - talia or ellie :)

@onlyhumanxtalia{{   6;; Gentle Peck   }}

                              ❛        Okay, ready ?  On three.                                         One  ...   Two  ...   Three !        ❜        

                  The Chameleon leaned forward at that, placing a gentle peck onto her friend’s soft lips, smiling through her only pursed gesture. There was a  CLICK and the flash went off and only after did Beckett pull away, glancing at the selfie now apparent on the screen.        ❛        Ooh would you just look at how CUTE we are ?!          ❜        She all but shrieked, toying with one of Talia’s dark locks, now curled to perfection.        ❛        Your makeup, your hair, your outfit     ----    Damn, you’re one hot piece. And you’re gonna ROCK it tonight,        ❜        beamed the jade-eyed girl, who then proceeded to tap onyx nails against the glass of her phone, adding text and emoticons until the caption was primed and proper. 

                              ❛        See ? PERFECT for Instagram.                                        And    ----    Posted !        ❜        

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{{ ROADTRIP ! AU | Beckett &&. Harley }}

@harleyxlevi

                             She was all packed up and ready to go, her close friends claiming they were doing a backpacking trip around the country, and invited Beckett, who was more than just REARING to go at the prospect of indulging in her wanderlust and travelling once again. So she had a huge hiker’s bag strapped to her back, flimsy paper with an address sketched onto it in hand as she strode towards the area where her friends told her to meet them. It was supposed to be an enjoyable, one week trip, apparently all expenses were already paid and the motels already booked, and Beckett was, in all honesty, OVER THE MOON.

                                               Until she arrived at the location.

                             Late as always, she’d been anticipating a close group of five to six friends of hers, all whom would cram in a little van together, but when she arrived, there was only one. She figured maybe they were all late, too, but then the Nikolas fixed a good look on the frame of the other and STOPPED short, breath hitching in her chest. 

                                               ❛      You’re fucking joking, right  ?      ❜ 

                             The only person around was Harley Levi, and the two LOATHED each other. Polar opposites, one could never stand the other. And that was the extent of their mutual interest. 

                             Without waiting for them to turn around, Bex approached the other, launching her backpack on the dust-stained parking lot and kicking it with an exasperated sigh.

                                               ❛      We got PLAYED, Harley.      ❜

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{{ Beckett | &&. Natalia }}

@natalia-dalca

                                  Strands of raven hair cascade down her back, locks of onyx black, disheveled and muddled as she SPRINTS away from her assailants. She was The Chameleon, capable of always blending into her surroundings, and yet tonight, it seemed, there was a giant neon sign parading atop her head, illuminating her silhouette to all those whom needed to FIND her. 

                                                       Beckett Nikolas is here !

                                  She imagined it would say, and for once she felt vulnerable, all eyes turned to the tattooed woman as she hurdled herself over the gates which dotted the trash ridden alleyways of Bucharest. The men were in hot pursuit, and all she really needed was a crawl space of sorts, somewhere she was familiar enough with to disappear, but it just so happened she was in a more foreign neighbourhood. So disappearing wouldn’t work, and she would have to instead fight. All the same to her, she was still sporting her trusted biker gloves, the ones with retractable claws, but these men were intoxicated and angered and ARMED, which only made them that much more dangerous.

                                  She stumbled almost blindly down an alleyway, hoping to find a sewer or an escape hatch or a fire exit. Something     ----    Anything. But she was greeted instead with the ornery face of a decaying building. Shit. A dead end. The men were closing in now, eager for a brawl, giddy to see her own body laying on the pavement, lifeless, and they had Beckett backed against the wall, spitting insults and derogatory terms which, under any other circumstances would’ve made her ANGRY. But rage quickly turned to dismay when she saw the faint outline of another person behind them, a halo of luminance who seemed to almost absorb the moon’s rays from overhead.

                                  She tried to gesture to her, tell the other to go AWAY, lest she get into trouble, too. The crime lord types were never quite ones to allow a bystander to sprint away unscathed, let alone ALIVE, but there wasn’t much she could do save for yelling and that would only alert them of the other’s presence. 

                                  GET OUT. She tried to mouth, almost certain                                   the gesture would be lost in the overwhelming                                   blanket of darkness around them.                                                                                             N O W .

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{{ Beckett | &&. Talia }}

@onlyhumanxtalia

                                  Sometimes, a girl just needed a night out with one of her good friends, and tonight was one of those nights. She’d been itching, CRAVING adventure since the mishap of a conversation with Zoe, and, luckily, she knew just the girl with whom she could drag along. 

                                  They’d planned it earlier, and needless to say, the Nikolas was rearing to go. She was even sporting a black cocktail dress for the occasion, something she almost never did, but Beckett had learned it was necessary to treat oneself every once in a while. Even if that meant flailing around looking like one of her mother’s little pawns. 

                                    So it was with broad smiles that ivory knuckles connected with the other’s door, the tattooed girl knocking until finally it swung open and she bounced inside with sheer contentment, aesthetician kit in hand. 

                                    ❛       Talia !!!     ❜      She exclaimed,                                     wrapping her in a tight hug.                                            ❛       Are you ready ? I’m so ready.                                     Let’s GET ready !      ❜

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@konstantinxvolkov

❛       There’s a pothead running around with a POT on his head.         ❜