OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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YOU KNOW WHO

[crossbearing]

Palermo, Sicily.

( There's a certain point where nothing can layer over the blood on your hands. It'll just keep seeping through, drenching and drying through each layer so they stick together and fester. Helena can't help but wonder, sometimes, if she's deluding herself, if she's just fast tracking herself to a grave in the foundations of some new building works with all this.

Smuggling op, maybe, but she wants to take apart the families, and wants them to burn and writhe and know they're bleeding out and suffer through their deaths the way her mother did. The families are much a part of Sicily as orange blossom and the soil under their feet. They come hand in hand with invasion, violence and the brutal divide between those who have and those who haven't. Water in the mouth, they'd say, because you must never speak. I see everything, I say nothing. She only needed to worry about who it was that might be seeing her, and how much more blood that would tally up to - if she was corrupting herself irreversibly. (She'd been corrupted the day she was born, more than likely.)

It's seems innocuous enough, one of Sicily's wealthiest daughters waiting at the table and flipping through a menu as she waits for someone to come and fill the chair across from her. Guillermo better not be screwing her over, but at least there's a little less chance of him doing that when Sicily isn't his home. The odds of her asking him to cast away some other loyalty is less, but then the odds of him having any great loyalty to her is diminished, too.

So she waits at her table on the balcony of a fancy restaurant that overlooks the city at night, and tries not to remember the gun at her thigh or the knife in her dress. )

Re: YOU KNOW WHO

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[It's hardly the sort of rendezvous Chloe's used to, hardly the sort she signs up for, but the reality of the situation that she's the best qualified out of her current hobbled together team of lads (not to mention the best looking) doesn't escape her. No payoff without supply, no paycheck without a buyer.

She's fashionably late and a touch too underdressed when she strolls into that pristine establishment on the waterfront, dropping down into the seat across from Helena and crossing her ankles as if it were yet another leisurely night at the pub.]

Evening, darling. Hope you weren't waiting long.

I APOLOGISE MY COMPUTER DIED A SAD DEATH and apple had to help me

[crossbearing]

( She shouldn't really be surprised, but she always is when they send a woman. It could mean many things: that they don't take her seriously, that the woman across from her is disposable, or - least likely of all - that they think she's the best they have and qualified for the situation at hand. Maybe they're playing to Helena because they've paid enough attention to know how she picks men apart until their stitches are all pulled out and they're sagging into pieces.

Her eyebrow quirks, hold on her wine entirely even as she pauses very briefly before taking a sip.

The attitude and the accent doesn't quite make her smile, but there's part of her that can appreciate the swagger better on someone who isn't American. )

I was enjoying the view. ( Somehow she's able to make that sound somewhere between relaxed and dangerous, but maybe the second part comes from her natural sharpness. ) Would you like something to drink?

( She's summoning a waiter over even as she speaks - apparently she's getting something for herself, regardless. ) Have you been here before?

( If this is Guillermo's contact, she'll deserve a grilling. If she's not Guillermo's contact, she'll deserve a grilling. She has to wonder how well he knows this woman, or what the context of all this is. )