#ch: lila massey.

[dustwereturn]

thinkin abt lila being a vegetarian (while she also brutally murders men by removing their organs) ..... hmst

[fraxlnus]

IT’S LILA’S BIRTHDAY!!! happy birthday to my feral gorl (oh the irony of her bday falling on a holy day this year)

[womensgloat]

tag dump.

[dustwereturn]

oh, god — OF COURSE he's following her. lila is near-used to it by now; kai never lets an argument die. fortunately — or perhaps, inconveniently — neither does lila. she's slightly amazed that no one's caught onto them from the bickering alone. maybe because she's never raised her voice with kai, though it enters her mind on a daily basis — LIKE NOW, for instance, as lila collects her prepared lunch from the fridge and places it by her purse.

"kai, i'm gone for eight hours a day. you don't know what i do when i'm gone." he's right of course, but lila is never going to let him win one of these spats. "and you're one to talk. your left-hand doesn't count as a relationship."

one corner of her mouth raises in MILD satisfaction as she rustles around the kitchen, completing last-minute tasks before she's ready to leave the house. lila's got plenty of time, but she's hoping this will make those pesky, lingering minutes pass faster.

"and y'know, if i escaped from prison and crashed at someone's place without asking? i wouldn't complain about the amenities. it could be WORSE. i'm tempted to make it worse, you cretin."

Kai lets out a short huff of DEFEAT when the phone is snatched back up into its rightful owner's hands. He barely even got to peek at the contact names let alone any messages. Luckily Lila decides in the middle of her lecture to drop that little comment of her having other men in her life. Kai can't control the bark of CRUEL laughter that leaves his lungs, tilting his head to the side as he does so. " Other men? C'mon, Lila. I've been here how long? You literally almost never go out unless its to go to work, don't bullshit me. You're pathetically single, that's probably why you get so bitchy. "

He stands up as well a few moments after she does because like hell he was going to actually let her leave without hearing one of his own lectures. Two could play at this game; and usually did. It wasn't the first time the pair has had arguments. Kai was an egotistical, loved to hear himself talk, which is partially a reason he fit in so well with politics. While Lila was a lawyer, born and bred to take on arguments. A match comparable to fire and BRIMSTONE.

" Sorry that I actually wanna remind myself that I have taste buds. The shit you eat on a daily basis looks like you stole it from Bugs Bunny's pantry. "

[dustwereturn]

@ameeperduee, continued down she goes. lila is no stranger to using violence by any means — she'd be a major hypocrite if seeing this woman go down made her uncomfortable in any way. this woman is not on a path to her death, as lila drags her by the ankles down a cortez hallway. she'll be sore when she wakes, there's no doubt about that, but she'll have both of her kidneys. hell, if the specter wasn't of such SMALL STATURE, she'd find a better way to carry raylee to room 37.

alas, lila makes it up to the her by awkwardly sitting raylee against the side of the queen bed. death has hardened her, but she isn't entirely without a fragile ounce of compassion ... even in her misguided (and it is often misguided, as most things lila does) way.

"HEY. HEY." that gentility is not found in her tone however, as she attempts to stir raylee. lila crouches beside her unconscious companion. "wake up. hey."

[dustwereturn]

“Don’t freak yourself out, okay? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” ( from Kurt at any of your muses >:) )

"i don't scare easily." the specter teases coolly. lila winks at kurt as she lazily drags her fingernail along the rim of her glass. "this your first time in los angeles? you picked one hell of a hotel to stay at." she side glances the UNOCCUPIED space behind the bar before turning back to kurt. lila leans in and informs him in a faux whisper, "this place is supposed to be haunted."

[dustwereturn]

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜ (any muse you think would be good to throw at graham! or we can talk about it! whatever man it's all good)

"you wouldn't be the first to say that about the cortez." as she enters the blue parrot lounge, lila slides her finger across the bar top — only to inspect her fingers for DUST as she halts around the corner. "this place isn't exactly the ritz, huh? kind of a dump if you ask me." the cat is eyeing the mouse, and so she exhibits all of her playfulness before lunging. despite insulting liz's workspace but seconds before, lila sits at the bar and pats the stool next to her. there is a twinge of lust to her smirk as she urges him forth again by wagging her finger. "c'mon. a drink will help you forget how shitty it is."

[dustwereturn]

this isn't a game , lila. don't lose your head out there . (for Lila!)

god, he has a lot of gall. kai anderson carries with him an audacity that's unmatched by anyone else lila knows ... and that's fucking exactly how he ended up where he is today. hiding from the cops in HER HOUSE. yet she's the one that needs to be reminded there is plenty at stake.

she exhales, very audibly, through her nose. instead of snapping, she takes an equally long sip from her coffee. it burns her tongue, but no worse than the fire she nearly spewed at kai. lila glares at him, however, akin to a disturbed cat that's been rustled from its routine. "i know that." she scrunches her brow.

"you don't think i know? this is my world at stake, kai. not just yours. MINE."

[fraxlnus]

lemme write out everyone's birthday:

march 20th: shelly april 2nd: tommy <3 april 9th: lila!! it's coming up!! july 18th: sam september 16th: dolores november 30th: tatum december 4th: chrissie

[fraxlnus]

“Think Four Seasons but with ghosts.” hazel for lila

no pearly gates, no guy with a golden clipboard checking every name (is that SAINT PETER? because it fucking sounds like santa). fuck, not even a little man with horns and a pitchfork. just ... ugly carpeting, the sickly smell of chlorine that seeps into the air, and the rest of time. that'd be her luck, wouldn't it? she runs away, makes a huge impulsive decision, and it bites her in the fucking ass.

now she's dead as goddamn disco. oh my god. oh my fucking god this can not be happening to her. lila runs both hands over her face, up into her hair until she's in her roots. lila tugs and tugs, her face half buried by her elbows as she softly screams into rough flesh.

she stays this way, half cradled and slouched over on the side of the bed, until it's all out of her system. when lila lifts her head again, her eyes ARE WET, yet this does not extinguish the fire in her gaze. "i'm getting the fuck out of here." she spits.

lila pulls the standard hotel bathrobe tighter around her figure and pushes past the maid.

"i'm getting the fuck out of here." she repeats before slamming the door behind her.

[dustwereturn]

the specter stares at raylee, STUDIES HER, as if she's anticipating a second head to grow from the other woman and is on the lookout for where. lila mouths something inaudibly to herself — on examination, it's the sole word of damn. she shakes her head and forces a mildly SYMPATHETIC expression that's halfway between a smile and a grimace. "shit ... i'm sorry i ruined your fun tonight." this is the first apology that lila's uttered in god knows how long ... she somewhat means it, awkward as her delivery is.

she flies forward perturbingly fast, acting on an instinct out of her nature, with her hands outstretched as raylee stumbles. lila reluctantly drops her arms, and lifts her shoulders to her ears in a shrug. "— ... and for hitting you over the head." perhaps the amount of force used was excessive.

GRANTED, lila fully intended to knock raylee unconscious, but in hindsight it may have been uncalled for. "... how is your head?" she tilts her own into the inquiry.

"A thank you--" Raylee cut herself off. Holding a hand up. "You totally ruined my plan! Of course, he was a creep! I was gonna take care of him myself!" Usually, she wouldn't be so mad if it was some random guy.. but this one was supposed to be personal. It was one of the guys who had helped distribute the video of her being taken advantage of. "Listen." Raylee started. Taking a deep breath as she got up off the floor, almost tripping for a moment as she still felt a little dizzy from the hit. Her head was pounding. "I appreciate a woman helping a woman... always. and forever..." Raylee trailed off. Maybe she shouldn't be so mad.. what if this.. stranger was doing the right thing in the end. Imagine Raylee wasn't a murderer with a plan, and she was just an innocent woman. Then this stranger could of used her body for anything. In the aspect of being a murderer.. perhaps that was her last victim before he had murdered her himself. What if she didn't make it out of her own attack? Sometimes the men she saw could get.. violent. Sure, Raylee could handle herself but at times even she could be overpowered.

[dustwereturn]

"gross," lila murmurs with a shake of her head. she will give kai this, however; he has CLEANED UP since their first meeting. granted, he is no longer an inmate at a maximum security prison, which helps significantly. kai has also allowed his hair to grow out in its natural form, no longer baring a shaved head or those greasy blue locks that made him stand out. were it not for his putrid personality, she'd almost call him handsome ... ALMOST.

she swallows a second mouthful of her breakfast and raises a skeptical brow in reply to kai's master plan. "i wouldn't expect things to die down any time soon, kai. you're one of the most fucking wanted men in america. it'd be like if charles manson broke out of jail, they're going to keep looking for him." oh, lila could fucking kick herself, she knows he's going to be all too flattered by the manson comparison.

the harsh edges of her expression MELT AWAY as lila forces a laugh. she raises her mug to her lips; just before she burns her tongue again, lila quips, "you'd have to have money to bet me first. you're right though, i'll really going to miss the way you complain about groceries and wake me up every night."

" No way, I may be good-looking but not as pretty as you. " Kai counters Lila's quip with a flirtatious smirk. Lately he's surprisingly been getting more sleep than he was before getting arrested. Of course that came with the cost of having VIVID night terrors either caused by his growing worry of getting caught or of the traumas he's been through. He knew he'd wake up Lila practically each time he had one. Frankly it was EMBARRASSING for Kai having her know he was capable of having that amount of pure fear from something that couldn't physically harm him.

The escaped convict takes another sip of his coffee, looking at Lila across the table when she asks the question. A soft SNORT of breath leaves his nostrils and another smirk cracks across his face. " I don't plan on staying forever. Once this whole thing dies down a little, I'll skip town. " Kai isn't exactly sure where he would go, but surely any place was better than staying in his hometown. Another gulp of hot coffee FORCED down his throat and he catches his former lawyer's gaze. " You know, you'll say you want me gone now, but I bet you money you'll miss me. "

[dustwereturn]

the candles she's lit and youtube's answer to RELAXING MUSIC feel moot with the lights on and kai standing in the middle of the bathroom. she asks for so fucking little; actually, lila asks for him to get out of her house, but besides that, she asks for just a half hour of peace in her own goddamn home. if looks could kill, kai's head would be smashed into that mirror — though not after a moment of shock, in which lila hadn't yet processed what the fuck was going on here.

"i'm taking a bath! in my bathroom!" THEIR bathroom now. she hates saying that; there's a reason that lila hasn't opted for a roommate. it's ironic: for that trade, she's resigned herself to less space, and now she's crammed into this apartment with the most UNWELCOME housemate.

lila sinks her torso even further below the blanket of bubbles. "what? what do you need, kai?! what was so important that you had to barge in here?!"

@dustwereturn asked: ❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜ FROM LILA LMAOOO

Kai checks himself over in the mirror, not really putting any effort to make himself look anywhere close to presentable, but instead wiggling the tip of his tongue to dislodge a piece of food from dinner and brushing a few messy strands of hair back into place. " Damn, we're jumping right into asking what I'm into, huh? The view's pretty good, not gunna lie, sweetheart. " He glances sideways towards Lila who'd been PEACEFULLY bathing before Kai had barged into the bathroom without warning.

The former cult leader simpers a little, unbothered and UNASHAMED of being in the same room with Lila while she's naked. Even if he wasn't attracted to her, he wouldn't care about something as insignificant as a LACK of clothing. " In my defense, you were taking way too fucking long in here. "

[dustwereturn]

she's been told (MOSTLY BY KAI HIMSELF) that he was some sort of sex god among his cult. lila is positive these stories are greatly exaggerated; as much of a weasel as kai anderson is, he's not terrible looking, but any attractive physical qualities he has are immediately drowned out once kai opens his mouth. if a man called himself DIVINE LEADER while inside her, lila would start swinging.

speaking of, lila snatches the phone out of his reach and tucks it in her blazer's front pocket. "i have OTHER CLIENTS besides you, kai. you can't read anything on there." her client pool is dwindling; a case as high profile as kai anderson's was supposed to skyrocket her career, but no trial means no glamour that comes with months in the headlines ... and now that kai is an escapee and the heat is on lila, fewer people are returning her calls.

"just like there are other men in my life," lila near-hisses. she rises from the small table and adds, "men who DON'T complain when i don't bring home cheetos and manwich. kai, i think a prison diet is healthier than what you want."

A grunt of DISCOMFORT is forced from the former cult leader when Lila hits his side with her hand. As quickly as that happened however, another series of mischievous chuckles leaves him, his thumb haphazardly tapping out of the browser app to start snooping around on her phone. Kai doesn't get far before he's pulled in by her continuing the subject by throwing SIMILAR accusations back in his face as if they were bickering children.

" If you want me, just say so. I'll blow your mind. " Kai countered back, giving her a suggestive look before turning most of his attention back to Lila's phone, going in to unashamedly explore her text messages. " Like I've said before, you're hot. But it's definitely not projection, sorry to say. There's plenty more people I'd fuck before I'd choose you. "

[dustwereturn]

oh, thank fuck. lila is UNDISCIPLINED at limiting her own strength; she has no need to, and many a time a man's met his end when lila slams a lamp over the back of his head. it crossed her mind, once or twice, as she was dragging raylee's unconscious body down the hallway, that she may have gone too far. she exhales a loud, SHOWY breath that can be construed as either relief or agitation.

"finally," lila proclaims. she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, bounces atop of the lump surface until the springs groan beneath her. she positions herself almost directly above raylee and stretches out her legs.

"um, a thank you would be nice," lila drawls as she crosses her ankle over its twin.

"that guy you were with was a TOTAL CREEP. i got you out of there and then — ... i took care of him for you." she crosses her arms.

And now suddenly she was being shaken awake by some stranger, in an ominous hotel room that wasn't hers. The voice sounded distant and her head had been pounding.. as if someone had just knocked her out. With some processing.. Raylee had realized. Someone had knocked her out. The woman went to scatter back away from this stranger she deemed as violent but alas she was stopped by the queen bed she was propped up against. "What the fuck do you want?" Raylee hissed. Aggressive at first, until she remembered the others words. 'This is for your own safety.' Then Raylee relaxed a bit. Still on alert as she looked at Lila with a raised brow. "You said you'd explain later.. now it's time to explain-"

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"you are a rat." if lila had a nickel for every time she's told kai this, she could probably quit her day job. she hits his ribs with the back of her hand — hard enough to surprise kai, but not enough to knock the breath out of him. lila then opts to treat her former client like a boomer treats a toddler throwing a fit; she turns away, FEIGNING lost interest in getting her phone back. a difficult task, as lila doesn't want kai to look at anything else he's not supposed to ... which is all of it.

"you're the one that seems eager," lila quips. "you have this fantasy of me being lustfully obsessed over you. must be PROJECTION?"

@dustwereturn asked: you think this is a joke ? (from lila!)

" Are you kidding me? I think it's fucking hilarious. " Kai smirks from his place on the couch, looking over the article on Lila's phone again. Less of a news piece and more of a GOSSIP and speculative one, but either way the talk about how there's a possibility Lila and him were romantically involved somehow was more than enough material he needed for a good chuckle.

He purposefully keeps the cellphone away from his former lawyer's reach when she makes a move to grab for it, the look on his face as SMUG as ever. " Oh, they are absolutely right. You can't keep your hands off me! " Kai laughs again, quickly switching the phone over to the opposite hand.