#terriblywrong

[pupil-of-law]

dontcxckitup·:

Every move was filled with reluctance.The eyes firm as he kept them locked with von Bülow’s, the musclestense when Reed grabbed his arm. Every step calculated, with his gazetaking everything in it saw, trying to make out every armed man inthe short time he had to do so. Only once Mallory was seated, outof sight of all the guests, he let his shoulders sink. He was farfrom relaxed, however. His gaze followed Reed’s every move. On theoutside he was perfectly calm, managing to keep the cool façade up,but truth is, his heart was racing. Von Bülow’s words had tossedeverything around. Could he really trust Sebastian? Where were histrue loyalties lying? How did he know he wasn’t just acting now,trying to find out where exactly his Chief of Staff and their back-upwere waiting so he could inform von Bülow and have them taken out?

His head was spinning. It was a riskygame – but he had never wanted it any other way, had he?

“They’re nearby.” That was all heneeded to know. Swallowing, Mallory forced his gaze away and let itdrift. The room was bland, made of concrete and nothing else. Coldwalls, cold ground. No rugs, no chairs, except for the one he wassitting on. No other furniture. He had a good guess what this room,and the camera, were for. The only question was, when would theshow begin?

“Sir, everybody’s in position.”The voice in Mallory’s ear was the best sound he had ever heard.And yet he knew everything could still happen and go terriblywrong. “We will get you out first; Double-O-Nine is on theisland already.” “Only once Bülow is in the room,” Mallorydecided with an even and quiet voice, and louder to Reed, “What ishe waiting for?”

Sebastian could hear in the Colonel’s voice that he did not currently trust him. Nearby… what kind of an answer was that? As if he hadn’t been pouring them all drinks this time yesterday and discussing London hotel restaurants. ‘I mean where do you want me to take you?’ Sebastian spoke with soft bitterness, his dissatisfaction clear in his eyes. Then again, if it sounded as if he was having an argument with the prisoner, so much the better. Perhaps he should escalate. Just for the fun. Since he had Mallory here, and this might be his last chance to tell him exactly what he thought about him while he was quite literally unable to fight back. ‘But if you want to play that game,’ he shrugged,  ‘I’ve got time for a round.’ Reaching into the shoulder holster over his new, crisp white shirt, he took out his gun and approached Mallory with a natural, unrehearsed disinterest. The appearance in which he, like all the other mercenaries and assorted personnel around Bülow - around anyone like Bülow, operated. Mallory must have seen it a thousand times.

There was a brief rise of laughter from outside, and the shafts of sunlight shifted as the guards leaned in to watch something on a phone together. Sebastian used the moment of distraction to reach out and strike Mallory backhandedly with the gun, leaving a sharp graze where it connected with his cheekbone. ‘Is this what you wanted? This makes your life easier, doesn’t it? If I’m a hostile, a combatant, you can just kill me and forget all about it.’ He kicked at the leg of Mallory’s chair so that it tipped briefly, and hit him once more from the other side. ‘This is easier, isn’t it?’ he commented mildly, checking the magazine briefly for damage. It really was easier. ‘Maybe I should just stick at this. It’s what I know.’ He looked up to raise a brow at Mallory, ‘As you keep reminding everyone.’ It was quite hard to tell himself whether he was joking or not anymore. ‘I’m good at it,’ he punctuated the statement with one more strike, this time, with force, to the temple.

Suddenly the phone in his pocket vibrated. He pulled it out to take the call, casting a glance over his shoulder. It was Bülow. Sebastian’s stomach dropped. ‘Can you hear it yet?’ Bülow asked. And indeed, the distant whir of a helicopter’s blades was coming through. ‘My guardian angel. That’s what I like about Americans. Always there when you need them. So, I’ll leave you to finish your business with the old man. I’ll look forward to receiving the video as in-flight entertainment.’ Sebastian rolled his eyes. He knew exactly who the ‘angel’ was. Some high-heeled, linen suit-clad CIA appendage who to him had always looked ex-SAS. Obviously Bülow had had an exit plan all along. ‘Well you know how much I enjoy Magdalena’s visits. She can come to the show,’ he tried, fighting for Mallory’s plan to work more out of spite than anything now. His suggestion was ignored. When Bülow hung up, Sebastian felt distinctly unnerved. He was still surrounded by his other superiors among Bülow’s men, about fifty mercenaries and the rest of the arms network. He could hardly launch into action and go and drag Bülow back from that heli-pad himself for MI6. He swallowed. ‘Bülow’s leaving the island.’

[ganghq-blog]

JUNGKOOK and JAEYOUNG had always gone through life with the ENVY of others; mainly due to their parents being in important positions within their careers that led them to have a SUBSTANTIAL amount of wealth. People were often perceived with the notion that the TWINS had everything at their feet, important parents, money, anything they wanted – that they didn’t have to feel the life of the ‘AVERAGE.’ However, it couldn’t have been further from the truth; as many people know – life behind CLOSED doors is often vastly different from the appearance of the outside, sadly that was EXACTLY their situation.

Determined to have their sons succeed, Jungkook and Jaeyoung became more of their ‘BRAGGING RIGHTS’than their actual sons. Enrolled into hobbies, sent to a private school, and put on strict schedules to make sure that they were the trophy winners of the family often had the twins feeling IMMENSE stress at all times.

Their workaholic father was often one who could buy his way out of anything, meaning any CRIME was often overlooked and not mentioned. The law could have them by the balls one day and suddenly evidence got destroyed from someone inside the next. The boys knew that their fathers’ business was often a cover up to bring in more money in anyway that he could, usuallyILLEGALLY, but they kept that secret to themselves as much as their mother did as well. Instead, the boys engrossed themselves in individual hobbies in the amount of their free time, both of which their parents found to be a “GATEWAY” to failure since they didn’t meet their schedule needs of success. For Jungkook, this was his ART - and he was great at it, no style needed he could learn realism one day and turn around and master characetures the next. Jaeyoung was more involved in DANCING. Both of them took on part time jobs without their parents knowing to pursue what they loved; Jungkook at a TATTOO SHOP and Jaeyoung at a dance studio as an assistant instructor

It wasn’t easy but it was worth it to pursue something for themselves for a change, something that made them feel happy to be ALIVE rather than the tedious workings that their parents found to be the epitome of a successful life.

The only thing keeping the boys even REMOTELY sane from the strictness of their parents was each other and their passions, and that was quickly about to change. Jaeyoung and Jungkook decided to take a break from their studies…something not allowed but was much needed, all the twins wanted was to go on a walk with the family dog - in search of the leash, Jaeyoung opened a door that would change his life forever, or rather END it. Behind was his father having an affair, only…with another man than a woman. EMBARRASSED and ENRAGED his father had no mercy on the boys for sneaking around where they shouldn’t be and frankly was worried about his ‘secret’ getting out, something that would end his career and be all over the media with a scandal.

It was supposed to be QUICK, the disappointments would soon be out of his life and he’d be stress free - he’d rule it out as a runaway, or pin the blame on someone else, after all he was rich and he could pay off ANYONE he wanted to. Two of their fathers assistants were assigned to the job - to teach them a LESSON. They weren’t expecting the black SUV to pull up on their way home from schedule, but with a sack put over their heads they were thrown into the back and taken to a remote area. They knew something was TERRIBLYwrong but with guns to their heads they were powerless. As the car came to a stop they were instantly pushed out and the two men stepped out with them, bags removed from their heads as they stared in fear, tooSPEECHLESS to say anything. “Jaeyoung,” the taller assistant called out to the boy – “W-Wha—” that’s all he had time to say, the last words out of his mouth before a BULLET to the head was shot. Jungkook shouted to his brother, begging - PLEADING for him to be alive all while cursing out the guy who shot him. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?,” his tears streamed down his face in pure RAGE as his brother laid out a bleeding mess beside him, he struggled to get up and fight back with everything in his being but with the other assistant holding onto him he was beaten MERCILESSLY until he was coughing up the blood.

“YOUR FATHER SENDS HIS REGARDS,” that was all they had to say for Jungkook to know this was PUNISHMENT for what Jaeyoung had seen, that it was a WARNING for Jungkook if he opened his mouth. The last bit of strength he had left reached for the gun hanging off the guys pocket, SHOOTING them both, FATALLY, as the driver sped away. He limped his way to the tattoo shop – Naeri talking to Sungjae who gladly, to his surprise, offeredhim a place after hearing the full story - under one condition, he’d run with his gang, more or less as an assassin. In Jungkook’s eyes, it was the perfect way to go under cover before his father found him with another hit, that time he knew would be his coffin if he had anything to say about it, especially after KILLING two of his best men. On the other side, this was a perfect chance to train stronger, even if it was running with a wrong crowd, he aimed to get his revenge.

FACTS/SKILLS:

He rarely ever talks about his family, esp his brother.

INCREDIBLE with guns, even better with knife throwing.

He loves art, at one point even having a scholarship for it.

Took self defense classes as part of his schedule along with some others.

Has been working in Naeri’s shop since he was sixteen.

Was extremely into track in high school, in exchange he ended up getting into parkour as well and is one of his other skills.

[shay-33]

Just tried to dye my hair burgundy and it turned really purple. Before and after pictures #terriblywrong #pinktopurple #hairdye #garniernutriesse #piccollage