#brutus howell

[angstycrow-chan]

One of the weirdest parts of the mini fandom in the green mile is that there are ppl who ship Brutus Howell with Percy wetmore, even tho the book AND the movie explicitly shows Brutus hating Percy, it even states that In the book, Paul had to stop Brutus from almost killing Percy after dels execution

[darktiger0049]

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Dark Paradise, Chapter One

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Verena Anghelescu stared at the imposing building in front of her. The brunette took a deep breath before exiting her ancient pickup truck. She straightened out her blouse and skirt before walking into the building. Her heels clicked across the tiled floor as she traveled the long hallway to a secretary’s desk. Many men floated the hallways, giving her strange looks as she passed.

“Excuse me,” she spoke out to the dark haired woman at the desk, “I’m here to speak with the warden.” A confused look passed the older woman’s face before she smiled and said, “Right this way, dear!”

Verena followed the woman to a door which had the title Warden Hal Moores painted on. The older woman knocked, just a few seconds later a tall older man opened the door. Verena craned her neck to meet the man’s steely eyes.

“Please, come in.” The Warden said to Verena. She smiled and walked in as he held the door open. “Have a seat,” he said with a smile so small she could have missed it. Verena did as he said and sat in the chair across from the large wooden desk. The warden came over to his own chair and sat across from her.

“I understand you called about applying for a guard position Miss…” The Warden stalled for a moment, “I’m sorry but how do ya say your name, I’m ‘fraid I’ve never seen anythin’ like it?” Verena let out a light laugh.

“It’s pronounced ang-ya-les-coo, Sir.” Verena made sure to emphasize the pronunciation of her name. Her mothers surname made it through the immigration process, Viorica Anghelescu was a stubborn Romanian woman that wanted to keep her name alive and not become lost to indoctrination.

“Alright, Miss Anghelescu,” The Warden started, “How come you wanted the guard position and not one of the many nurse positions?” Verena knew this question would come up.

“Well, Sir,” Verena took in a breath, “The guard position pays more, I have a baby girl to take care of and I’m on the verge of losing our home to the bank.”

The depression hit Verena hard even more so now that her mother and sister, Visilica, had passed on. And Violeta, her niece, was only a month old. Viorica succumbed to sickness a few years ago and Visilica had perished due to complications from childbirth. Verena hung her head slightly as tears pricked her eyes. The Warden saw this and let out a sigh.

“I tell ya what,” Verena perked up a bit at his tone, “I’ll start you as a guard on E-Block but if there’s any complications you’ll be moved to a nurse position.” The Warden finished with a stern look.

“Thank you so much, Sir!” Verena beamed. The Warden gave her a small smile, before standing.

“We can provide a uniform jacket but you’ll be responsible for finding skirts or pants, you’ll be reimbursed for the money you do spend.” Verena nodded, the smile never leaving her face. “Follow me and I’ll show you to E-Block.”

The walk to E-Block was a decent length, the red soil kicked up with each step the Warden and Verena took. They soon came upon a tall cell block with the letter ‘E’ in bright white. Warden Moores swung up the metal door and led Verena inside. Verena looked up at the feeling of multiple eyes on her and she was right. Five men all stood staring at her with slightly confused faces.

“Gentlemen,” Warden Moores started, “I’d like y’all to meet your newest coworker, Verena Anghelescu.” The first man was tall with dark hair and light eyes, “Paul Edgecomb, I’m the head of this block, Miss Anghelescu.”

He held out his hand to which Verena took it and gave a firm shake, “Hal, can I speak with you in my office?” Paul asked the Warden before Verena could say anything. Warden Moores nodded with a knowing look and followed Paul down a short hallway.

The second man to approach was the largest. He had greying hair and kind blue eyes, Verena knew he was the largest man she’d ever seen. He was barrel chested with large arms and legs not to mention quite handsome. He stuck out a giant hand which Verena gladly accepted, “Brutus Howell, but everyone calls me Brutal, Miss.” Brutal said with a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Verena started, “Please, call me Verena!” Brutal gave her a small smile before nodding and stepping aside for the other men.

The next two men were Dean Stanton and Harry Terwilliger, Dean was tall and thin while Harry was the oldest of the group. He had large eyebrows, Verena noted to herself. The final man came to stand in front of her, he was only a few inches taller but Verena could only describe him as gorgeous. He had delicate features, jet black hair neatly combed back, and piercing blue-grey eyes. He was definitely the youngest of the group, looking barely out of his teen years. He extended his hand to Verena.

“Percy Wetmore,” He said almost smugly, “Say, what’s a pretty young lady like you doin’ workin’ in a place like this?” There were audible groans from Dean and Harry.

“Percy.” Brutal said in a warning tone that fell on deaf ears. Brutal sighed.

“Well, if you must know,” Verena started cheerfully, “I’m a single woman with a baby that needs to be fed.” Silence fell over the room as Percy gulped. “I see.” Was all the short man said before backing away. The rest of the men dispersed, Dean and Harry left the block while Percy still couldn’t be found.

“Well,” Verena started, “How ‘bout a tour?” Verena asked sweetly. Brutal stepped forward before asking, “Where would ya like to start?”

Verena thought for a moment, “Maybe with the inmates?” She suggested with a smile.

“Right this way,” Brutal started, “Make sure to stay centered on the aisle, Miss Verena.” Verena let out an airy laugh, “Please, just call me Verena, sugar!” She chirped out, her southern drawl sounding sweet.

“If you say so, Verena.” A soft smile spread across his handsome face, a blush forming at the nickname. Verena smiled back, their little moment was broken by a Cajun accent.

“Who ya got der, boss?” A small, balding man was peeking out of his cell using a small mirror. Brutal nodded towards the man as he started over to him, Verena followed close behind.

“Del, this is Miss Anghelescu,” Brutal announced motioning towards Verena, “She’s our new guard.”

“You sure is the perttiest guard I’ve seen.” Verena felt uncomfortable under the man’s gaze.

“Watch yourself, Del,” Brutal warned, “You’re to treat her as you would me.”

“M’sorry, Boss.” The man shied away back to his bunk.

“I’d let ya meet the chief but he ain’t one for talkin’” Brutal said, Verena nodded in understanding. “I’ll show ya the rest of the mile, follow me.”

Brutal led Verena down a short hallway, making sure to point out the restroom, then stopped between two doors, “This here is the locker room and that is Paul’s office, we’re all welcome to the office.

Verena could hear Paul and Warden Moores arguing about her being there. Brutal picked up on this and let out a sigh before saying, “He’s jus’ worried ‘bout having a woman ‘round such a dangerous place.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, Verena placed one of her own hands on his larger one before speaking, “Well it’s a good thing I have someone as big as you to protect me.” She chuckled lightly. Brutal laughed, “Come one, I’ll show ya the rest.”

Brutal opened a large steel door and motioned for Verena to walk through first. She froze at what she saw, there against the right wall was the beast itself. The electric chair seemed to stand tall against the rest of the room. “That there is Ol’ Sparky.” Brutal said just above a whisper. “No offense,” Verena’s voice shook the smallest bit, “But he’s quite menacing.”

Brutal let out a laugh, “That he is but you’ll get used to him soon enough.” The room smelled damp and the air was a tad too thick for Verena’s liking. It was also the hottest room in the building, her dark curls becoming frizzier with each passing second.

“The last room is the tunnel but that can wait until later.” Brutal voiced, Verena just nodded. The heat of the room was becoming unbearable.

The pair walked together back to the front desk. Verena was glad to be back in the slightly cooler room, she could feel her body becoming slick with sweat. A light sheen shone across Brutal’s forehead. She couldn’t imagine how he felt in that dark woolen jacket.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Verena spoke out, Brutal nodded with a smile, “Shoot.” He said.

“How the hell can you stand being in that jacket?” The man let out a laugh at her bluntness, Verena couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“S’not too bad once ya get used to it and we’re allowed to take em off.” Brutal answered with a smile. His smile was truly contagious. Brutal offered for Verena to take a seat at the desk to which she complied, the large man pulling out a chair for her. Brutal worked at the buttons on his jacket for a moment before breaking free from the stuffy fabric. Verena couldn’t help but stare as his muscles flexed beneath his white shirt. Brutal placed his jacket on the coat rack before rolling his sleeves to elbows and loosening his tie.

“Can I ask ya a question now?” His voice brought Verena out of her dazed state. She smiled and nodded for him to continue.

“How come you’re raisin’ a baby by your lonesome?” Wow. Not the question she expected, Brutal noticed the startled look on her face and quickly said, “M’sorry, Ya don’ have to tell me, I was jus’ curious!”

Verena laughed at the older man’s panic.

“I don’t mind you’re asking,” She said gently, “I’m raising my niece, her mama was my older sister.” Verena got misty eyed at the mention of her sister but continued, “It’s just me and Violeta now.”

“You both have such beautiful names,” Brutal said, “Where do names like that come from?” He asked to lighten the dampened mood.

“Romania.” The brunette said with pride.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Brutal said in amazement, “I ain’t ever met a vampire before!”

Verena let out a loud laugh at that, Brutal had quite the sense of humor.

The sound of the office door opening startled both of them out of their relaxed states. The Warden was the first to come into view, Paul trailed slightly behind him. There was a pained look on his face that was gone as soon as it came. The two men stopped in front of the desk as Verena looked on expectantly.

“I see you’re all settled in!” Paul chuckled, Verena smiled at the older man. “Brutal already gave me a tour of the place and introduced me to Del.” Verena fought back a grimace at the image of the man popping into her brain.

The Warden said his goodbyes and wished Verena luck before making his leave. Paul gave a look towards Verena and Brutal before saying, “Miss Anghelescu, you can shadow Brutal for the rest of the day.”

Verena smiled before saying, “Alright sir but please just call me Verena?” She asked the man.

“Alright but only if you stop with that ‘sir’ nonsense, you’re makin’ me feel old as hell!” Paul laughed.

The day passed rather quickly and before Verena knew it, it was time to go home. Dean and Harry had left around an hour ago leaving Verena, Brutal, Paul, and Percy. Verena had said goodbye to Paul and Brutal before was heading for the door when she heard a voice from behind her.

“Here,” Percy started, “Let me get the door for ya.”

Verena decided to humor this behavior, Percy slipped past her and held the door open as she walked down the steps. “Thank you, Percy.” She called to him.

The young man looked as if he wanted to say something but kept his mouth shut, Verena noticed this and asked, “Would you mind walkin’ me to my truck?”

“Of course not!” Percy said almost desperately.

The pair walked in silence until they reached Verena’s truck. “Here we are!” She chirped as she went for the handle of the door.

“M’sorry,” Percy blurted out, Verena’s head snapped in his direction, “For what I said earlier, I din’ realize you were a mama.” The dark haired man looked ashamed.

Verena turned fully towards him and said, “It’s alright, sugar,” She laughed a little when she said, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not a mama, I’m an aunt.” A small smile spread across her face as a look of relief washed over Percy’s face.

“Will I see you tomorrow, Percy?” Verena asked gently.

“Yes, ya will.” Percy said with a lopsided smile before turning to walk away. What an interesting, beautiful man.

The ride back to Verena’s home was long and dull, she kept replaying the day's events over in her mind. It was around 8:30 when she rolled onto her driveway. She exited the car and made her way up to the front door, took her shoes off and walked to the living room.

“Good evenin’, Miss Verena,” Said Hetty, the nanny, who sat in the arm chair, “I take it you got that job you was aimin’ for?” The older woman said with a smile.

“I sure did!” Verena could barely mask the excitement in her voice. “Good Lord, honey, I’m proud of ya!” Hetty said standing from the chair to hug Verena

“I just got one question for ya, girl.” There was a mischievous smile upon her face.

“And what’s that?” Asked Verena suspiciously.

“Ya find any good men?” Hetty laughed out although she was quite serious.

“Oh, Hetty!” Verena cried out in embarrassment.

“What?” Hetty laughed, “Was just a simple question?”

“Well if you must know,” Verena dragged out the suspense, “There’s two I have my eye on!”

Hetty let out a laugh and brought the younger woman into her arms again. She had been pestering Verena about finding a man for awhile now and hearing that she found two potential suitors made her nearly shed a tear.

“Well then,” Hetty started, “You have a good night, baby!”

“You too, Hetty!” Verena walked Hetty to the door and watched as she walked across the lawn to her husband's car where Malcom sat waiting for his wife. Verena shut the door and locked it before making her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Violeta lay peacefully asleep in the crib beside Verena’s bed. She gently stroked the infant's face before turning to grab a nightie from her wardrobe. She slowly undressed, the exhaustion finally creeping up on her. The woman sighed in relief as she was released from her bra. Her large, swollen breast hung freely, she would need to nurse the baby later in order to be comfortable enough to get a good night's sleep. The brunette slipped into her nightie before getting into bed. She made sure to tie her hair back with a ribbon before sleep encased her.

It was 3:45 in the morning when Verena awoke to infant cries. She sat up in bed and switched the dim light on before gently scooping Violeta into her arms. Verena freed her breast from her nightgown and brought the baby girl to it to which she instantly latched on. As Verena sat nursing the baby a troubling thought popped into her head, Hetty wasn’t able to watch Violeta tomorrow and Verena had to be at the prison.

Verena let out a loud sigh. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

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You and Me (Part 6)

Dean pulled into his driveway just after sunset, the sky a muted palette of grays and purples. He sat for a moment in the quiet of his truck, hands gripping the steering wheel as he watched the warm light from the living room filter through the curtains. Home. It should have been a place of peace, but lately, it felt like a second battlefield.

With a deep breath, he stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel. As he entered, the familiar sounds of the household greeted him—his infant daughter crying upstairs, his son asking endless questions about something or other, and his wife’s sharp voice cutting through it all.

“Dean? Is that you?” she called, irritation already thick in her tone.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he answered, shrugging off his coat and hanging it by the door. He walked into the kitchen, where she stood at the counter, her arms elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing furiously at a pan. Her hair was tied back hastily, and her face was tight with exhaustion.

“Dinner’s cold,” she said without looking at him. “I told you to call if you were going to be late.”

Dean rubbed the back of his neck, guilt pooling in his stomach. “Sorry, got caught up at work.”

Her laugh was short and bitter. “Of course you did. Meanwhile, I’m here all day with these kids, losing my mind. Maybe next time you can ‘get caught up’ with that, too.”

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but the baby’s piercing wail from upstairs interrupted him. His wife groaned and threw the sponge into the sink. “There she goes again. I swear, that kid cries more than she breathes.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Dean said quickly, already heading for the stairs.

“You always do,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to hear.

Dean climbed the stairs, his jaw tight, and entered the nursery. His six-month-old daughter, tiny and red-faced, was writhing in her crib, her cries echoing off the walls. He gently scooped her up, cradling her against his chest. Her wails softened slightly as he rocked her, murmuring soft reassurances.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he whispered, his large hand supporting her small head.

Behind him, he heard a rustle and turned to see his son, a wide-eyed five-year-old with messy hair, standing in the doorway. He clutched a toy car in one hand and looked up at Dean with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“Why’s Lily crying, Daddy?” he asked.

“She’s just fussy,” Dean said, bouncing the baby gently. “Probably hungry or tired.”

“Mommy said Lily’s always fussy,” his son replied innocently. “She said she doesn’t like babies.”

Dean’s stomach clenched at the words. He forced a smile for his son. “Babies can be a lot of work, but we all love her. Even Mommy, okay?”

His son nodded solemnly. “Okay. Can I help?”

Dean smiled, his heart softening. “How about you sing her a song? You’re good at that.”

The boy grinned, proud, and began to hum a simple tune. Lily’s cries quieted as she stared at her brother, her tiny fists clutching at Dean’s shirt. Dean sat down in the rocking chair, letting the rhythm of his son’s voice and the gentle motion of the chair soothe them both.

He thought about Y/N and her children—three little ones, all gone in the blink of an eye. He couldn’t imagine the kind of love it took to bear that kind of loss and still carry on, even in the smallest way. She’d loved them, that much was clear.

“Dean?” His wife’s voice cut through his thoughts as she appeared in the doorway, her expression hard. “You’re just encouraging him. He’ll never go back to bed now.”

Dean sighed. “He’s helping calm Lily down. It’s fine.”

She folded her arms. “Well, she’s quiet now, so put her down and come eat. Or don’t. I’m going to bed.” She turned and walked away without waiting for his response.

Dean clenched his jaw, his gaze lowering to his son, who looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. “Mommy’s tired,” Dean said softly, more for himself than anyone else. “Why don’t you head back to bed, buddy? I’ll tuck you in.”

“Okay, Daddy.” His son hesitated, then leaned in to kiss Lily’s forehead before shuffling back to his room.

Dean sat there for a long time, the baby now dozing against his chest, the weight of the day pressing down on him. The house was quiet now, but his mind was anything but.

Y/N’s face flashed before him—the haunted look in her eyes, the way her voice shook when she spoke of her children. He’d seen plenty of inmates who claimed they were innocent, but there was something about her story that didn’t add up.

He thought about her husband, the details of the case he’d skimmed over when she first arrived. A butcher. Well-liked in their small Louisiana town. But if Dean had learned anything in his years on the Mile, it was that appearances could be deceiving.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to wonder: what if Y/N wasn’t lying? What if she hadn’t killed her children? What if she’d been running from something far worse?

[perfect97]

Truly perfect 😍

he’s ✨perfection✨

i’m draggin’ you all down this rabbit hole with me

[thegirlinprague]

Happy Ides of March to everyone celebrating!

[mgbookland]

La milla verde (título original en inglés: The Green Mile) es una novela del escritor estadounidense Stephen King.

Fue publicada en seis volúmenes. La historia transcurre en 1932. La primera edición en castellano (en seis entregas periódicas), y la segunda (ya en un solo volumen) se publicaron con el título El pasillo de la muerte. A raíz del estreno de la adaptación cinematográfica, la novela pasó a ser publicada con el título de dicha adaptación, que es una traducción literal del título original.fue llevada al cine en 1999. La adaptación y dirección estuvo a cargo de Frank Darabont, con Tom Hanks como Paul Edgecomb, Michael Clarke Duncan como John Coffey, William «Billy el niño» Wharton interpretado por Sam Rockwell, Eduard "Del" Delacroix interpretado por Michael Jeter y Brutus «Mole» Howell interpretado por David Morse..

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[fishwithteeth]

I stumble across this sometimes on my Tumblr and literally what does this mean I lay awake at night thinking about this. This is like something that I would dream up with a fever of 101. I'm not mad I'm just scared.

I saw the stupid peach time meme and then this happened

[aryn-the-bearheart]

Comfort Movie Tag! (But I’m changing it to characters bc I’ve done the movies before)

List 10 comfort characters and tag 10 people!

Tagged by @darkcozyforest

In no particular order:

1. Peter Pan

2. Grog Strongjaw

3. Van Helsing

4. Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III

5. Brutus Howell

6. Sandman

7. Sandor Clegane

8. The Doctor

9. Dr. Lightman

10. All Might

Tagging @locke-writes

[thehungergamesarchives]

List of Hunger Games Victors

There have been 75 total victors throughout the Hunger Games. one for every year from the 1st to 73rd Hunger Games, and two for the 74th Hunger Games, while the 75th Hunger Games did not have a victor. Every victor has been between the age of fourteen and eighteen at the time of their victory.

By the time of the reaping for the 75th Hunger Games, fifty-nine victors were still alive, while the other sixteen had died; however — by the end of the Second Rebellion, only seven remained.

* = 75TH HUNGER GAMES ** = PURGE OF THE VICTORS

1st-9th Hunger Games

1ST HUNGER GAMES: SEMEL HUNT (D2), AGE 17, MALE — UNKNOWN, PRESUMED DECEASED 2ND HUNGER GAMES: FICUS ACCIAI (D7), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED

3RD HUNGER GAMES: SILVRA DE LAURIER (D1), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED 4TH HUNGER GAMES: CASPIAN SALLER (D4), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 5TH HUNGER GAMES: VICTORIA WALTON (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED 6TH HUNGER GAMES: THRESHER UNWIN (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 7TH HUNGER GAMES: TAURO MILITAN (D10), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED 8TH HUNGER GAMES: ADAMAS LANGSTON (D1), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED 9TH HUNGER GAMES: MARIUS LEVISAY (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED

10th-19th Hunger Games

10TH HUNGER GAMES: LUCY GRAY BAIRD (D12), AGE 16, FEMALE — UNKNOWN, PRESUMED DECEASED 11TH HUNGER GAMES: MAGS FLANAGAN (D4), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED* 12TH HUNGER GAMES: IVORY AUCLAIR (D1), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED 13TH HUNGER GAMES: HADRIAN BANKS (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 14TH HUNGER GAMES: BRUCE BAUMHAUER (D7), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 15TH HUNGER GAMES: TILLY CUTLER (D9), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 16TH HUNGER GAMES: WOOF CASINO (D8), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED* 17TH HUNGER GAMES: REEF STAFFORD (D4), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 18TH HUNGER GAMES: PERSIKA ALLENS (D11), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 19TH HUNGER GAMES: TACITA REUTER (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED**

20th-29th Hunger Games

20TH HUNGER GAMES: AMPIA BOLT (D5), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 21st Hunger Games: MARJORIE PRUITT (D11), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 22ND HUNGER GAMES: AVION CAIRD (D6), AGE 14, MALE — DECEASED** 23RD HUNGER GAMES: LINUX FORD (D3), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 24TH HUNGER GAMES: ABEL BERRICK (D8), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 25TH HUNGER GAMES (1ST QUARTER QUELL): PLUTO KEENE (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED 26TH HUNGER GAMES: AGNES MERLO (D10), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 27TH HUNGER GAMES: KODAIK PUGA (D4), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED 28TH HUNGER GAMES: TRINITY ALBRECHT (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 29TH HUNGER GAMES: CORDELIA TEAGUE (D4), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED

30th-39th Hunger Games

30TH HUNGER GAMES: CHASSIS CAMPBELL (D6), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED** 31ST HUNGER GAMES: TAFFETA GIBSON (D8), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED** 32ND HUNGER GAMES: BIANCA JONSDOTIR (D2), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 33RD HUNGER GAMES: SEEDER HOWELL (D11), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED* 34TH HUNGER GAMES: EVE DELANEY (D7), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED 35TH HUNGER GAMES: KYANO BONATZ (D2), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 36TH HUNGER GAMES: AZORA JUHARI (D1), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 37TH HUNGER GAMES: MARLOW DONNELY (D4), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 38TH HUNGER GAMES: PORTER MILLICENT TRIPP (D5), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 39TH HUNGER GAMES: BEETEE LATIER (D3), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED*

40th-39th Hunger Games

40TH HUNGER GAMES GAMES: SYLVA MAYLEAF (D9), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED* 41ST HUNGER GAMES: DOVER SAUNDERS (D4), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 42ND HUNGER GAMES: BRONCO WHITE (D10), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED** 43RD HUNGER GAMES: TULLIA BLYTH (D6), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 44TH HUNGER GAMES: BRANSON BERNHARDT (D9), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 45TH HUNGER GAMES: CHAFF MITCHELL (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED* 46TH HUNGER GAMES: BLIGHT JORDAN (D7), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 47TH HUNGER GAMES: BRUTUS GUNN (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 48TH HUNGER GAMES: LYME CHRISTIE (D2), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 49TH HUNGER GAMES: PETRO LOGAN (D5), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED*

50th-59th Hunger Games

50TH HUNGER GAMES (2ND QUARTER QUELL): HAYMITCH ABERNATHY (D12), AGE 16, MALE — ALIVE 51ST HUNGER GAMES: WIRESS PLUMMER (D3), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED* 52ND HUNGER GAMES: TRISTAN TERRACE (D7), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED** 53RD HUNGER GAMES: AMBER JACKSON (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED** 54TH HUNGER GAMES: CRISTA VALOUREE CULBERT (D1), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED** 55TH HUNGER GAMES: FALLOW COTTERHILL (D9), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 56TH HUNGER GAMES: FEN REYANSH (D4), AGE 15, MALE — DECEASED** 57TH HUNGER GAMES: IONA LI (D5), AGE 15, FEMALE — DECEASED* 58TH HUNGER GAMES: MATERA HAYES (D6), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED* 59TH HUNGER GAMES: THATCH FLATER (D11), AGE 17, MALE — DECEASED**

60th-69th Hunger Games

60TH HUNGER GAMES: CECELIA SANCHEZ (D8), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED* 61ST HUNGER GAMES: SAFFRON BISSETTE (D3), AGE 16, FEMALE — DECEASED** 62ND HUNGER GAMES: ENOBARIA GOLDING (D2), AGE 17, FEMALE — ALIVE 63RD HUNGER GAMES: GLOSS RITSCHLUND (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 64TH HUNGER GAMES: CASHMERE RITSCHLUND (D1), AGE 17, FEMALE — DECEASED* 65TH HUNGER GAMES: FINNICK ODAIR (D4), AGE 14, MALE — DECEASED** 66TH HUNGER GAMES: JACKSON SADELL (D10), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED* 67TH HUNGER GAMES: AUGUSTUS BRAUN (D1), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 68TH HUNGER GAMES: JUSTIN MECH (D6), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED* 69TH HUNGER GAMES: TAURA WAXLER (D10), AGE 18, FEMALE — DECEASED*

70th-75th Hunger Games

70TH HUNGER GAMES: ANNIE CRESTA (D4), AGE 18, FEMALE — ALIVE 71ST HUNGER GAMES: JOHANNA MASON (D7), AGE 17, FEMALE — ALIVE 72ND HUNGER GAMES: REGIMO BANKS (D2), AGE 18, MALE — DECEASED** 73RD HUNGER GAMES: LUCIUS GALLIARD (D2), AGE 16, MALE — DECEASED** 74TH HUNGER GAMES: KATNISS EVERDEEN & PEETA MELLARK (D12), AGE 16, MALE/FEMALE — ALIVE 75TH HUNGER GAMES (3RD QUARTER QUELL): NO VICTOR

Total No. of Victors per District:

DISTRICT 1: 11 (4 MALE, 7 FEMALE) DISTRICT 2: 12 (7 MALE, 5 FEMALE) DISTRICT 3: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 4: 10 (7 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 5: 4 (1 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 6: 5 (3 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 7: 6 (4 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 8: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 9: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 10: 5 (3 MALE, 2 FEMALE) DISTRICT 11: 6 (3 MALE, 3 FEMALE) DISTRICT 12: 4 (2 MALE, 2 FEMALE)

[angstycrow-chan]

Let's be thankful that the shawshank redemption and the green mile are dead fandoms, bc oh boy imagine the rule 34 ships and at if the fandom was popular

[darktiger0049]

Re-watched The Green Mile two days ago

Such a great movie

So, what can I say

Brutal 💙

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Dark Paradise, Chapter Three

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Verena stood in front of the small bathroom mirror as she looked over her reflection. She settled for a simple lilac dress for the day of packing and moving, there was no need for stockings and garters as she wouldn’t be out much. She walked back to her room and lifted Violeta from her bed. The baby grasped and buried her face into Verena’s swollen breasts.

“You’re a hungry one today!” Verena chirped out. She unbuttoned her dress and brought her breast out enough for Violeta to latch on. Verena smiled and stroked the baby’s soft cheek. A knock on the door brought Verena out of her trance, she quickly covered herself with a small towel before heading downstairs.

Verena made her way to the door and opened it to reveal Brutal. The strong man held unassembled cardboard boxes, he sent Verena a smile before speaking.

“Hope I’m not too early,” He said in that deep southern drawl that made Verena’s heart flutter a bit.

“Oh no you’re right on time!” Verena answered, “Come on in, sugar!”

Brutal made his way into the small home, having to duck through the doorway. Verena led him up to her room to start the packing there.

“We can start in here, seeing as this is where most everything is.” Verena said with a smile.

“I’ll get these boxes goin’ if ya want to start foldin’ everything up?” Brutal asked gently, Verena simply nodded. She turned away to remove the now sleeping baby from her breast, she placed Violeta back into her crib before buttoning her dress back up.

Packing took much longer than either of them thought. Both were a sweaty mess as they brought the final item out to Brutal’s truck, Violeta’s crib. They had already brought out Verena’s wardrobe, clothing, and the rest of her belongings. The pair collapsed onto the couch to catch their breath.

“Well,” Brutal huffed, “You sure got a lot of things, darlin’!” Verena laughed at his obvious observation. “We should get headed to my place if we want to unpack before the sun sets.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you out front.” Verena said, Brutal gave her shoulder a reassuring pat before heading out the door. Verena stood from the couch and gathered her purse and the basket which held Violeta. She paced the house one last time before saying goodbye and heading out the door.

Brutal stood leaning against his truck as Verena walked down the porch steps. She walked up to him and said,

“I think I’m ready now.”

“Alright, jus’ follow me,” Brutal started, “My place is ‘bout an hour out from here. Verena nodded before turning to her own truck. She opened the passenger door and placed the basket and her purse on the seat before shutting the door.

“Y’know,” Brutal called out to her, Verena turned to look at him, “It’s nice seein’ ya in somethin’ other than prison blues!” Brutal beamed, Verena threw her head back as she laughed loudly, “Same goes for you, sugar!” She called back to him.

Both trucks pulled up to Brutals one story home around 6:30. The home had a screened in porch which Verena was immediately drawn to. She could already picture herself sitting in the cool night air unbothered by insects. Verena and Brutal exited their trucks, the former following the latter up through the screened in porch and into the home.

“You have a lovely home.” Verena praised.

“Why thank ya,” Brutal started, “Although I’ve been told I could decorate better.”

“Well I can help with that!” Verena laughed.

The sun had set by the time the duo got everything moved into the home. Verena had finished organizing her clothes into the wardrobe and Violeta’s clothes into the small dresser. Said infant lay in her crib, which was rather easy to move considering the wheels on each leg. Verena gently picked up Violeta and carried her out of the room to where Brutal sat in his recliner reading some sort of science fiction novel. He looked to Verena with a small smile as she approached him.

“Do you mind watching her while I have a shower?”

“Of course not, darlin’”

Brutal closed his book and set it on the side table before taking the baby in his arms, the back of his hand lightly grazing across Verena’s chest. The brunette gave the girl a small kiss before making her way to her room. She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a peachy nightie with lace cups and a matching robe. She shuffled through one of her many boxes and pulled out her plush pink towels and her bathing essentials.

Once in the bathroom, Verena turned the faucet handle and let the water heat up. She stripped off her clothes and placed them on the counter before stepping into the shower. The warm water embraced her body as a lover would. She made quick work of washing her body, her hair could wait a few more days. She shut the water off, grabbing her towel and drying off before stepping out from the tub. Her hands found their way to her nightie and slipped it on over herself, her robe followed next which she took the time to secure tightly. Making sure to hang her towel on one of the hooks on the door, she grabbed her clothes and made for her room. She tossed the clothes in her hamper before leaving for the living room. The sight that fell upon her eyes caused a bright smile to spread across her face.

Brutal stood at the stove preparing supper, Violeta in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. Verena walked up behind him and placed her hands on his broad shoulders.

“Whatcha making?” She inquired with a smile. Brutal peered over his shoulder at the girl before answering, “I had some chili froze over so I figured we might as well have that for supper.” Verena laid her head on his back before answering, “A splendid idea!”

The two talked over supper, well more like Verena asked every possible question about the prison to which Brutal answered patiently. There was one more question which Verena needed the answer to.

“What do you know about Percy?” She asked shyly, a complete turnaround from her eager attitude from before.

“Other than the fact he’s a spoiled rich boy,” Brutal started with a grimace, “Not much, he keeps to himself.”

Verena nodded, she could feel the tension in his words.

“Why’re ya askin’ ‘bout him?” The dreaded question.

“Just thought he was rather handsome and he’s been kind to me.” Verena blushed. Brutal snorted before saying, “Jus’ be careful with him, he ain’t the nicest boy.”

Verena gave an obedient nod even though she wasn’t going to listen to him.

“Paul invited all of us guards over to his house for lunch tomorrow,” Brutal said after a short moment, Verena’s ears perked up at this, “Seein’ as we all have Sunday off.” Verena nodded with a smile.

“Does this mean I get to get all dolled up?”

“Of course.” Brutal chuckled.

Verena helped Brutal out with the dishes after supper was finished, he was adamant that he could do it himself but Verena insisted, multiple times. Verena clapped her hands together as they finished the last dish.

“Well,” She chirped out, “Goodnight Brutal.” She cupped the man's face and brought him down to her level before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Night, darlin’” Brutal said with a smile.

Verena awoke to a sharp pain in her lower stomach before a wave of nausea washed over her. She rushed to the bathroom, collapsing to her knees in front of the toilet. The woman began to wretch over the toilet as the contents of her stomach emptied. Thudding footsteps could be heard as Brutal rounded into the bathroom.

“Hey now darlin’,” Brutal kneeled down and brought Verena’s hair from her face, holding it at the base of her neck, “What’s goin’ on?” Verena shook her head and said, “Nothing, I’m fine.” Her body betrayed her words as she slumped down even more so against the cold porcelain.

“Don’t seem like nothin’ to me,” Brutal chided, “What’s wrong, hon?” He stood from his spot next to her to wet a rag to dab her heated face. Brutal looked to the girl as if asking the question again.

“It’s my period coming on!” Verena blurted out, tears fell from her eyes at the embarrassment of the situation.

“Alright, darlin’” Brutal sighed, “Do ya need anythin’?”

“Just help me back to my room, please?”

Brutal gently lifted Verena from the floor and brought her to her bedroom. He placed her on the bed before turning to leave the room.

“Will you stay with me?” Verena squeaked out, she really couldn’t stand to be alone right now. Brutal cleared his throat before answering, “Course.” He was glad she couldn’t see the blush on his face. The giant man slowly made his way under the covers and laid stiff as a board trying his best not to get too close but that was in vain. Verena snuggled up to his large frame, laying her head in the crook of his neck and draping an arm around his broad chest.

“Goodnight, Brutus.” Verena whispered, placing a peck to his jaw.

“Night, darlin’” He said returning the gesture, turning his neck and placing a kiss to her forehead.

Brutal’s mind raced all night about what the fuck he was doing. A forty-five year old man in bed with an eighteen year old girl is borderline criminal. But it was perfectly innocent, he told himself. He was just a man comforting a distressed young woman. He continued to rationalize with himself as he fell into a restless sleep.

Violeta’s wails awoke the pair that morning. Brutal was the first to stir into consciousness. He felt a weight on top of him and opened his eyes to see Verena had moved on top of him. Her head now lay just below his chin while her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him. Brutal gently shook the woman awake. Verena let a high pitch whine escape her throat.

“Come on, darlin’” Brutal said, “Time to wake up.”

Verena slowly rolled over so that her feet rested on the carpeted floor and her head on Brutal’s stomach. He stretched before standing, pulling Verena up with him. He took one large step over to the crib and pulled the infant to his chest.

“Mornin’ lil’ darlin���” He gave the baby girl a gentle kiss before handing her over to Verena. The brunette sat back down on the bed and began to nurse the tiny mousy haired girl.

“I’ll get breakfast started.” Brutal called out as he left for his own room to get dressed.

Violeta finished nursing around fifteen minutes later, Verena placed the girl back into her crib before heading for her wardrobe. She pulled out a white dress with bright florals and lace, a skirt slip, and her undergarments. She opened her nightstand and pulled out the most important invention known to womankind. A tampon. She marched to the bathroom to get dressed for the day. She quickly pulled on her undergarments and slip before pulling her dress down over her head. She secured the side button before stepping out of the bathroom.

Her feet padded out to the kitchen where Brutal stood setting their plates. Eggs on toast, her favorite. The two sat at the small table and talked about the book Brutal was currently reading, something about little green men.

A few hours had passed and the time came for the trio to head to Paul’s for lunch. Verena slipped on her white heels and dressed Violeta in a frilly pale purple dress. She slung her satchel over her shoulder before gliding toward the living room, baby in hand. Violeta’s basket sat on the couch, Verena placed the girl in and gave her a little kiss to which the baby smiled. Brutal walked over and lifted the basket with one strong arm before leading the way out of the home. He opened the passenger door of his truck for Verena. Once settled, he handed over the basket which Verena graciously took.

Paul’s home was about forty minutes away, the long car ride filled with Verena’s ramblings about nothing in particular. The three made their way up to the beautiful home. The white house was far out from any neighbors and had a spacious yard from what Verena could tell.

Brutal led the way around the side of the house to the backyard, Verena laughed to Brutal as she noticed they were the last to arrive.

“Well look who showed up!” Harry called out. Everyone turned to look in their direction, Verena blushed as a certain brunette's eyes fell on her form. Brutal placed the basket on the long table.

“Oh how precious!” An older woman gasped at the sight of Violeta, the baby girl sat gently smiling in her basket.

“Verena,” Paul made his way over, “This is my wife, Janice.” Paul introduced the women.

“It’s nice to meet you Janice!” Verena beamed, it was nice to be around another woman.

“Just call me Jan, honey,” Jan started, “Sorry for being so forward but may I hold her?” The blonde woman shrugged towards the baby girl.

“Of course!” Verena smiled, she made way as Jan tenderly lifted Violeta.

“Do ya mind if I show her off to the other wives?” Verena couldn’t help but say yes to the woman.

Brutal went to help Paul with the grill leaving Verena by her lonesome. She jumped as a hand came to rest on the small of her back.

“Woah now girl,” Percy grinned, “S’just me!”

“Oh Percy,” Verena gave his chest a gentle push, “Don’t you know to ask before putting your hands on a lady?”

“Jus’ figured our closeness in the locker room meant I was welcome to.” He said with a pout.

“You wish.” Verena quipped.

She watched as Percy’s eyes traveled up and down her body, she shifted under his gaze.

“You’re a mighty fine woman,” He chuckled, “Do ya know that?” Verena couldn’t help but smile to herself.

“And ya sure got a beautiful smile.” He continued, leaning into her side, his hand coming back up to rest on her hip.

“Why thank you, sugar.” Verena said in a hushed tone. She studied his face for a moment before saying, “I didn’t know you wore glasses.” Percy looked down shyly.

“I don’ like wearin’ ‘em but my aunt wouldn’t let me out the house today without puttin’ them on.”

“Well I like them,” Verena smiled, “They make you even more handsome.” Percy laughed and gave her a genuine smile, he gave her plump hip a light squeeze. The two were interrupted by Jan’s cheerful voice.

“Verena, come meet the other wives honey!”

Verena sent a small smile to Percy before walking away, she made sure to wiggle her hips a little as she did so. Percy watched as she left before making his way over to Dean and Harry.

Jan brought Verena up to the back porch to where two women sat, one a heavily pregnant redhead and the other a silver haired older woman.

“Girls,” Jan announced, “This here is Verena.”

“Pleasure to meet you, hon,” The silver haired woman spoke, “I’m Madeleine, Harry’s my husband.”

“And I’m Bonnie,” The cheerful redhead beamed, “Dean’s my fella!”

“It’s nice to meet you both!” Verena smiled, taking a seat next to Jan. Just then Violeta began to wail and smack her lips together, the girl was hungry.

“Sorry,” Verena shied away a bit, “Is there somewhere I can feed her?”

“Oh you’re fine right here!” Jan said warmly, the other two women nodding in agreement.

Verena took the baby girl from Jan and undid the button on her dress. She unwrapped the crossover of her dress and brought the baby to her swollen nipple. The three women watched on, causing Verena’s face to heat up.

“Pardon us but your daughter is just so beautiful!” Bonnie piped up. Verena didn’t correct her on the relationship, she didn’t want to bring up any negative feelings.

“What was the little angel’s name again?” Madeleine asked in her husky voice.

“Violeta.” Verena smiled.

“How stunning!” Jan grinned, Bonnie and Madeleine nodded in agreement.

“Where do your names come from, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anythin’ like ‘em?” Bonnie inquired.

“Romania,” Verena answered, “My mama moved my sister and I here when we were young.” The three women nodded in understanding.

“How come you don’t have no wedding ring, Verena?” Madeleine and Jan shot the redhead an incredulous look.

“I’m sorry,” Bonnie spewed, “I don’t mean to be rude!”

“It’s alright,” Verena said, she hadn’t prepared for this conversation to happen, “I’m not married, Violeta’s daddy left me.” Verena quickly lied. The women shook their heads, a look of disgust on Madeleine's face.

“How terrible,” Madeleine gasped, “Men who don’t stay with the family they created should be punished.” Her voice was firm and her eyes steely. Nothing prepared Verena for the next question.

“Are ya with Brutus?” Jan and Madeleine gasped at Bonnie's question, “I was just thinkin’ cause you came in with him an’ all!”

“It’s alright,” Verena assured the woman, “My house was taken by the bank so I moved in with him.” The three women made noises of adornment.

“Such a kind man taking in a young mother and her daughter!” Madeleine praised. Bonnie and Jan agreed, Verena smiled at their kindness.

“Speaking of men,” Jan started with a sly smile turned towards Verena, “Are there any ya have your eye on, I know that prison is full of bachelors?”

“Janice!” Madeleine gasped as Bonnie giggled. The older woman was astonished by the question.

“As it just so happens,” All eyes flicked to Verena, “There is one who’s rather sweet on me.”

“Who?” All three women asked in unison before laughing at the fact.

“Percy.” Verena said blushing.

The women sat in silence as they looked at each other.

“Well that’s quite the opposite of what we’ve heard of him.” Jan said quietly as if Percy were listening.

“I know I know,” Verena said with a wave of her hand, “But he really is kind with me and he’s rather handsome, not to mention he has money.” Verena said the last part more to herself.

“He may be,” Madeline started, “But that Brutus is a kind, gentle man. I see him much more fit to be a husband and father.” Verena pondered her words before speaking.

“He’s old enough to be my own father!” The women broke into a fit of laughter.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies but lunch is ready.” Percy said as he rounded the porch. The young man immediately turned around at seeing Verena’s nursing state. The four women broke into an even more boisterous fit of laughter. Verena gently released Violeta from her breast before handing her off to an expectant Madeleine. The three wives made their way to the table as Verena waited behind. She crept her way up behind Percy as he walked and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Thank you for not trying to take a peek at me.” She placed a kiss to his cheek before letting go. Percy chuckled before saying, “‘Course.” Verena laughed and said, “Maybe you can take a peek some time?”

Verena quickly walked away leaving Percy a blushing mess behind her.

Verena took her place next to Brutal giving him a kind smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Madeleine across from them. She looked to see a sleeping Violeta in her basket. Her attention shifted to her right as Percy sat beside her.

As lunch ended, the group sat chatting at the table. The more time that passed, the more prominent the cramping in Verena’s belly became. She whispered to Brutal her situation to which he nodded understandably and stood to walk her into the house. Verena linked her arm with his for a little more stability, Percy watched in envy. The pair made their way into the house finding Janice in the kitchen preparing more iced tea.

“Hey there Jan,” Brutal spoke, “There anywhere Verena can rest for a moment?”

“Is everything alright?” Jan asked, her eyes and voice laced with concern. Verena gave her a knowing look to which Jan nodded in understanding.

“Jus’ follow me, honey.” Jan spoke softly. Verena went to move before turning around and pecking Brutal on the cheek. The two of them could hear an airy laugh come from behind Verena.

Jan led Verena to one of the extra bedrooms and instructed the girl to get comfortable on the bed. Verena complied and laid her head on the soft pillow.

“Do ya need anythin’?” Jan asked brushing the girl's hair from her face, “I have a hot water bottle lyin’ ‘round here somewhere.”

“That would be nice, thank you.” Verena smiled up at her, Jan returned the gesture before making her way out of the room.

Footsteps could be heard entering the room a few minutes later. Verena lifted her aching head to see none other than Percy holding the hot water bottle and a glass of water. The boy sauntered over before taking a seat next to Verena. He motioned for her to sit up, which she reluctantly did.

“Jan said for ya to take this.” Percy spoke, handing Verena an aspirin and the cup of water. She graciously took the pill and set the cup on the nightstand before laying back down at Percy’s command.

Percy placed the hot water bottle on the lower half of Verena’s belly. He moved his hand to brush her curls from her pale face, Verena took it in hers before bringing his knuckles to her lips and placing a tender kiss. A smile graced his lips before a slightly puzzled look came over his face.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Verena asked, still holding onto his delicate hand. Percy sighed trying to find the right words. After a moment his face settled.

“How come ya told everyone your Violeta’s mama?” His question shocked Verena, “Ya told me she was your niece.” Verena sighed and released his hand, placing her own on the hot water bottle.

“It’s just easier this way,” Verena gave a half smile, “I don’t like to talk about my sister.” Tears left her eyes at the mention of Visilica. At this Percy brought himself to lay down next to the girl and wrap his arms around her. Verena turned into his chest as more tears left her eyes.

Percy whispered sweet words to her as he stroked her face. Verena’s tears had stopped flowing when she craned her neck up to look at Percy. He peered down into her glassy emerald eyes. Verena brought her hand to his face and gently stroked his now loose curls from his forehead. Her hands snaked around to the back of his head before bringing him down so that their foreheads rested against each other, she giggled at his glasses bumping her nose. She placed a light kiss to his nose, which he returned by placing one to her cheek. The two lay intertwined for what felt like hours before either spoke again.

“Can I ask you a question, sugar?” Verena whispered.

“‘Course.” Percy said, focused on a ringlet held in between his thumb and index finger.

“How old are you?” Percy was a little taken aback by the odd question.

“Jus’ turned twenty-one last month,” He said, his focus falling back on her face, “What ‘bout ya?”

“Eighteen.” Verena said, her eyes bore into him. He hadn’t expected her to be so young. Sure she looked it but she was just barely an adult.

“Can I ask ya a question?” Percy asked.

“You just did,” Verena giggled at him, Percy let out a small chuckle at her quirky attitude, “Shoot.”

“What was your sister’s name?” His question caught her off guard, she had to fight the tears welling in her eyes.

“Visilica.” Verena whispered against his neck.

“Sure is pretty.” He stroked her hair as they continued to lay in each other's embrace.

The boy and girl had fallen asleep in the hour they sat in the bedroom. Verena awoke to the sound of the door creaking open. She looked up to see Brutal standing in the doorway, carrying Violeta and her satchel.

“Time to go, darlin’” He used the sweet nickname but his eyes held disdain for the man she was saddled up with.

Verena gently shook Percy awake as she sat up, he adjusted his glasses as he rose from his position. He looked over to Brutal, his eyes flashed with fear as he saw the larger man. This didn’t go unnoticed by Verena. The party made their way downstairs and bid their goodbyes to Paul and Janice, they were the last to leave. Jan gave Verena a knowing look as she gave a slight nod in Percy’s direction. Verena just gave her a shy smile.

The walk to their cars was a silent one. Brutal opened Verena’s door for her expecting her to get in but she quickly rushed over to Percy. He was halfway in his cherry red Cadillac as Verena placed a kiss to the corner of his lips. She hurriedly jumped into Brutal’s truck, taking Violeta’s basket onto her lap. She missed the glare that Brutal sent to an awestruck Percy, the latter unfortunately catching it.

Brutal slid into the truck and backed out of the driveway. It was quiet for the first few minutes as Verena flushed thinking back to Percy.

“So,” Brutal spoke up, “What was that all ‘bout?” He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke, anger nearly dripping from his words.

“We were just talking and then fell asleep.” Verena whispered, she could feel the tension in the air.

“In each other's arms?”

“Yes”

“Thought I told ya to be careful ‘round him.”

“I know it’s just he’s really sweet on me, and young and handsome.” Verena stammered. Brutal sighed.

“I jus’ don’t want ya gettin’ hurt, darlin’”

“I’ll be okay, Brutus.”

The rest of the day had been uneventful. The three arrived back at home and listened to the radio and ate supper before it was time for Violeta’s bath. Verena plugged the bathroom sink and ran water warm enough for the baby girl. She undressed the girl and gently held her head as she rested in the sink. Verena made quick work with the baby soap and warm rag on the infant’s delicate skin. Once finished, Verena dressed the girl in her night clothes and brought the baby to Brutal so she herself could bathe.

Verena’s damp hair clung to her as she made her way to the screened in porch. She sat on the bench swing as she watched Brutal slowly rock Violeta in his chair. After, a quiet while her pent up emotions caught up to her. Verena stood from the swing and sulked over to Brutal, timidly sitting in the older man’s lap. He froze for a second before wrapping one arm around her waist, the other still holding the baby girl. Verena laid her head into his neck as tears spilled from her eyes.

It was hard not to think of her family, especially Visilica. Her older sister had always been there for her through thick and thin. Without her there was a void in Verena’s heart, a deep ache within her soul for someone she thought would always be with her. She missed the late nights where the two of them would lay awake in their mothers bed, Viorica’s hands gently stroking both of their heads. Verena felt alone, the rest of her family still being in Romania. Her aunt Ecaterina would often visit but she hadn’t been able to make it to America for Visilica’s funeral. Verena thought back to a letter she wrote saying she’d be visiting by the end of the month, she had already sent her a return letter stating the change of address. But she didn’t tell Aunt Ecaterina about Brutal.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Brutal asked after a minute.

“Hormones.” Verena lied, keeping her eyes down. She felt Brutal nod as he hummed in understanding. They sat there for a while just listening to the sound of the crickets and cicadas in the night air. Coyotes could be heard crying in the distance. Verena had fallen into a deep slumber against Brutal’s chest. The man carried both girls to bed, placing Violeta in her crib and tucking Verena under her covers. He placed a kiss to both their heads before leaving the room and going to bed himself.

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You and Me (Part 5)

Dean stood at the end of the Mile, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched Y/N sitting quietly in her cell. Her sister’s visit had clearly left a mark on her—there was something lighter in her posture, though her face still carried that haunted look he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t easy to survive on the Mile, not with the weight of death hanging over you like a storm cloud, but she was holding on.  

He saw her reach for the folded sundress Sophie had brought. She handled it gently, like it was made of glass, smoothing out the fabric with trembling hands. For a moment, she just stared at it, her lips moving as if she were saying something to herself.  

Dean felt an ache in his chest watching her. That dress wasn’t just a piece of clothing—it was hope. A reminder of a life that didn’t revolve around cold steel bars and the oppressive march of time.  

She hesitated before stepping toward the bars, clutching the dress to her chest. Dean tensed as he saw her lips part, her voice barely audible. “Could I have a moment? To... change?”  

Percy’s laughter rang out before Dean could respond. The little weasel was standing a few cells down, leaning lazily against the wall. “Privacy? Here? You think this is a five-star hotel or somethin’?”  

Dean’s jaw tightened, and he stepped forward. “Knock it off, Percy,” he said, his voice low but firm.  

Percy grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Why? She’s just gonna die in that dress anyway. What’s the point?”  

Dean’s temper flared. “The point is, she’s still a human being. You don’t have to act like a damn animal every chance you get.”  

Percy straightened, puffing out his chest like a rooster. “I’m just followin’ the rules, Stanton. You got a problem with that?”  

Dean stepped closer, lowering his voice so only Percy could hear. “I got a problem with you makin’ this job harder than it already is. Let her have her dignity, or I’ll make sure Paul knows exactly how you’ve been runnin’ your mouth. You want him breathin’ down your neck?”  

Percy glared at him but didn’t say anything. After a long, tense moment, he threw up his hands. “Fine. Whatever. Let the princess have her little moment.” 

Dean turned back to Y/N and walked to her cell taking the keys to the cell with him. He slide the door open with a clang and ushered for Y/N to follow him. Being out of her cell was always a relief, the air just felt fresher out of it. Both Brutus and Harry were sitting at the front desk, hats of looking more relaxed and less rigid that she’d ever seen them.

Dean motioned to the door of the small washroom, used by the guards on the mile. “Here, you’ll have all the privacy you need,” said Dean as he opened the door. “Take your time. We’ll give you some space.” He motioned to Brutus, who was watching the exchange with a look of quiet approval.

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Y/N closed the door behind her and clutched the dress to her chest, her heart pounding. Percy’s words still echoed in her ears, sharp and cruel, but Dean’s intervention had silenced them, at least for the moment.

She unfolded the dress, her fingers trembling as she traced the soft fabric. It felt like a piece of another world, one she barely remembered. Sophie had always loved floral prints. This dress—with its white fabric and delicate blue flowers—reminded her of the summers they used to spend together, laughing under the Louisiana sun.  

Slipping out of the drab prison uniform, she pulled the dress over her head, the fabric cool against her skin. It fit perfectly, hugging her body in a way that felt both comforting and foreign. She ran her hands down the skirt, smoothing it out, and for the first time in a while, she felt... herself.  

Her eyes filled with tears as she caught her reflection in the small, cracked mirror above the sink. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her, but for a fleeting moment, she wasn’t the broken person locked away for crimes she didn’t commit. She was Y/N—the woman her children had loved, the woman who still had a right to exist.  

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Dean heard the soft rustle of fabric and a faint sniffle from the washroom. He exchanged a glance with Brutus, who gave him a small nod before turning to patrol the other end of the Mile while Harry still sat at the desk shuffling through his paperwork.

When Y/N finally stepped out, Dean couldn’t help but stop and stare. The dress transformed her—it wasn’t just the way it fit or how the color brightened her face. It was the way she stood, a quiet dignity replacing the usual slump of her shoulders.  

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Dean nodded, his throat tight. “You look nice,” he said, his tone gentle but sincere.  

Y/N’s lips curved into the faintest smile, and for the first time since she arrived, he saw a spark of life in her eyes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.  

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Dean sat in the break room, nursing a cup of coffee as Paul walked in. “You all right?” Paul asked, taking a seat across from him.  

Dean shrugged. “Just thinkin’.”  

Paul gave him a knowing look. “About her?”  

Dean hesitated, then nodded. “She’s got more fight in her than I thought. And I can’t help but wonder... what if we’re wrong about her? What if she really didn’t do it?”  

Paul sighed, leaning back in his chair. “We’re just here to do our jobs, Dean. You start askin’ too many questions, and you’ll lose sight of what you’re supposed to be doin’.”  

Dean didn’t respond, his mind still on Y/N—on the way she looked in that dress, on the way her voice had trembled when she said thank you.  

He couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t like the others. And no matter how much he tried to remind himself of his duty, he couldn’t help but want to protect her.  

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#ProyeccionDeVida

🎬 “MILAGROS INESPERADOS (LA MILLA VERDE)” [The Green Mile]

🔎 Género: Drama / Fantástico / Carcelario / Sobrenatural / Años 30

⌛️ Duración: 180 minutos

✍️ Guión: Frank Darabont

�� Novela: Stephen King

📷 Fotografía: David Tattersall

🎵Música: Thomas Newman

🗯 Argumento: Ambientada en el sur de los Estados Unidos, en plena Depresión. Paul Edgecomb es un funcionario de prisiones encargado de vigilar la "Milla Verde", un pasillo que separa las celdas de los reclusos condenados a la silla eléctrica. John Coffey, un gigantesco hombre negro acusado de asesinar brutalmente a dos hermanas de nueve años, está esperando su inminente ejecución. Tras una personalidad ingenua e infantil, Coffey esconde un prodigioso don sobrenatural.

👥 Reparto: Michael Clarke Duncan (John Coffey), Tom Hanks (Paul Edgecomb), David Morse (Brutus Howell), Sam Rockwell (William Wharton), Michael Jeter (Eduard Delacroix), Doug Hutchison (Percy Wetmore), James Cromwell (Harold Moores), Barry Pepper (Dean Stanton) y Bonnie Hunt (Jan Edgecomb).

📢 Dirección: Frank Darabont

© Productoras: Warner Bros. & Castle Rock Entertainment.

🌎 País: Estados Unidos

📅 Año: 1999

📽 Proyección:

📆 Martes 05 de Noviembre

 🕗 8:00pm.

🎦 Cine Caleta (calle Aurelio de Souza 225 - Barranco)

🚶‍♀️🚶‍♂️ Ingreso libre

🙂 A tener en cuenta: Prohibido el ingreso de bebidas y comidas. 🌳💚🌻🌛