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R. L. Gallagher & Whitnee
Franky frowned when he started dragging her around again, but she also went with it. She didn't have much of a choice, and she knew how stressed out he was in public places. He was like a walking anxiety attack waiting to strike. "I get it," she said quickly, gesturing to him to get him to talk. "Just start talking. I'm on the edge of my seat." She loved new information: gossip, assignments, you name it. If she didn't know about, no one did. And she was just glad Demitri was kind enough to share all his omnipotent knowledge with her because, unfortunately, Hope wasn't so keen on telling her."No, I don't really want to go to class," Jack said honestly, giving her a half smile. "What else did you have in mind?" Even if they didn't do it know, he'd be thrilled to just get to spend time with her. Ditching class was a rarity at this school, especially for him. But occasionally you just needed to get out of class. Besides, it wasn't like Link hadn't spent the last two months ditching nearly every single class on his schedule. So in the eyes of the professors, one or two missed classes wouldn't compare to Link's record.
Effie caught the cigarette and lighter just in time to stand up and walk towards the window. She sat on the window sill in her usual position - all the windows were the same, and she was almost surprised that she subconsciously remembered how she melted into the mold of the school again. She lit the cigarette and held it to her lips before pausing for a second. "Is this like a good cop/bad cop routine?" she asked, raising her brow at Raegan. Still undecided if she liked her or not. "Are you trying to get on my good side and then screw me over? Because I really don't want to hate you."
(side note: i know i promised a gif of a mother cat teaching her baby cat how to drink but i can't find it yet so instead enjoy a gif of a momma pug running over her baby pug http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1r...)
Demitrious reached the door to his room, opening the door slightly, before stepping into it. He was definitely having his mini anxiety attack, taking a deep breath of some air, he relaxed his tense muscles and glanced back at Franky. "I don't know if you do get it." He said quietly, closing the door behind them. "Effie is back with scars, and bruises… because Hope wasn't the one who interrogated her and it wasn't Effie's father either… there is someone at a higher ranking then them. Someone who knows more and even though they are giving us orders, someone is giving them orders." He felt like his chest was going to explode. He was never this sensitive and he always tried to be a big rock but underneath everything, he was scared out of his mind of what was happening. He didn't understand. How could he? He motioned her to have a seat on his bed as if that would help too.
"We could go outside for a walk… or back to my dorm?" Gewls honestly didn't know what they could do. But whatever he wanted she was more than up for it. She glanced around to make sure that nobody else was around so that she didn't have a mini freak out if someone did appear out of nowhere like the headmaster. They must have videos or something at the school. I mean, Gewls knew of cameras around the front enterance and any other enterance after that, she also knew that they were in some public places, over by the rooms, one in the dining hall, and a couple in classrooms. Like one time, there was a teacher her sophomore year who had been fired because he and a student were having an affairs and the student just so happened to be a senior who got kicked out. That's was the first and only time that Harvey had actually caught something like that on camera. Gewls was actually in a class about servalence when they teacher had spotted the problem. But whatever the case, her and her boyfriend needed to go do something worth wild. They needed to be adventurous. At least, somewhat. And if Gewls needed too, she could disable cameras.
Raegan watched her motions, before picking up a cigarette for herself. She had just got done smoking one before Effie even came in, but at this moment she wanted another one. She hated when people smoked around her because the smell made her throat itch for one. She grabbed another lighter and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you want to think. Good cop, bad cop shit is overrated." If Caesar heard her say that, he probably would have hit her shoulder and told her that she needed to respect the technique. But she had definitely been over it the first time she ever got arrested or even tortured. It had been a long couple years for her. "I don't care if you hate me or not, my job is to find out what happened to you and help recover memories to help out yourself and the CIA." Even though personally Rae would never want to know what happened. She dreaded the thought.
(Bam! You're a dork but that was awesome :) )
(I hate Sundays UGH)Franky eyed the spot on the bed next to him with narrowed, hesitant eyes before she sat down beside him. She felt weird accepting all this random kindness and neutrality from him; it was rare. "Demitri, darling, you didn't expect Effie to come back unscathed, did you?" she asked, her voice 100% concerned. Now was not the time for sarcasm. "First of all, that's not how we handle interrogations." They weren't the CIA, but Demitri knew that. "Second, we all know Effie isn't the kind of girl to give up without a fight, so even if there was someone who had power above Hope and Marcus," though she doubted that; the couple seemed too... involved to be under someone else's authority,. "I'd honestly be concerned for whoever had to go toe-to-toe with that psycho bitch." It wasn't a compliment; Effie was crazy. And if she had been smart, she probably should have just taken the beating and given the goons what they wanted, but she wasn't, so odds are she got in a few fights with a bunch of huge idiots.
Jack looked at Gewls with a sheepish grin, as if he was embarrassed to be so honest with her. "I say we go back to your dorm, but it's totally up to you, doll," he said with another kiss on her forehead. Again, he was terrified to pressure her into anything. He wanted to make sure she knew that she could stop him at any point, say no to him and he'd back off; the last thing he wanted was to ruin what they had. He looked down at his hand wrapped around hers, playing absent-mindedly with her fingers while he waited for her answer.
Effie gave a light shrug after watching her speak with thin eyes, her attention going back to what was going on outside. "Whatever," she muttered, finally inhaling the smoke from her cigarette, but not a moment later she was on her hands and knees on the ground, wheezing and coughing like she'd just run twelve miles. Memories flashed behind her eyelids while she tried to almost regain consciousness: visions of standing on a balcony, somewhere where it was too hot, a tall man dressed in all back beside her while she lit a cigarette. Another of her strapped in a chair screaming while she watched a woman with red hair dig the tip of a cigarette into her flesh. "Oh my God," she wheezed out, blinking rapidly until her mind caught up with the present. She finally started breathing normally when she could see the ugly carpeting of Raegan's office beneath her hands, and her cigarette melting it.
(Sunday more like fun-ruining-day amiright god I'm so lame)
(No, you're jokes aren't lame. I showed my coworkers that picture of the pug.)
(Did they think it was hilarious because I thought it was hilarious)
(They laughed. We all did.) Demitri just stared at Franky. Wishing for once in her life that she would just be nice to the Effie. Who knew what would happen if for one moment Franky just said something nice to her. He doubted Effie would beat the living shot out of her like she had the last time everything went down. But Franky didn't care. She didn't have a profession filter when it came to the smaller girl. He ran his fingers through his already tussled hair and let out this long drawn sigh. "You're right. She's too crazy for her own good. She should have just coward down to everyone. Even you huh?" He asked, the venom in his voice seriously dripping into a mixture of sarcasm and honesty. Maybe it would have been much better for her to just give in rather than fight the odds. He hated when Franky was like this. On another note she could be a complete sweet girl, which he liked. He cared for her when she could be a sensitive and loving girl. But otherwise they aren't much of friends because she wasn't a nice person to be around.
Gewls tilted her head towards her dorm room. "Let's go." Her heart seemed to speed up as she started tugging him with her. She hadn't felt the heat in her stomach until she was almost to her room. Then she felt like she was going to throw up butterflies. But god, she was so ready. She loved the guy more than anything in the world and it was much to say compared to the first time. And it wasn't with someone she genuinely cared about. "Have you ever before?" She didn't even use the words. She wasn't afraid to hear his answer either. Maybe asking. Would be stupid. Because this was going to be special for her. She actually loved him.
The few moments before the break, Reagan had gone onto ignoring her. But then she saw this spasm and literally put her cigarette of within two seconds flat. Just barely Slower than when she had killed that man back on the day. She moved towards the girl, unsure of what to do but she was definitely a having a flash back to what had happened and rae couldn't exactly ruin in. Should she record it? Of what would Caesar do? He was so muh smarter than her sometimes he would have known. She watched the cigarette land on the floor and start to burn the carpet. . She would have to move something to cover the marking.
(YAY A GIF I STOLE OFF THE INTERNET IS POPULAR)Franky groaned and put her face in her hands. There was no way to talk with this guy about Effie; it wasn't their common ground. She couldn't stand the girl, and he was worried sick about her. This wasn't going to end well, so she just caved and looked back up at him with a sigh. "Okay. Let's pretend, for ten seconds, that I'm Effie's biggest fan. That I love her to death and I was worried sick for two months while she was gone and I can't believe that she's come back all bruised and scarred and burned and whatnot." She raised a brow at him, lowering her voice. "If I still know what I know about the people we work for, I'd want my best friend to comply to each and every one of their wishes because they're horrible, mean, evil people who I thought were going to chop Effie into little bits and mail her to the CIA. Doesn't that sound about right?" she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.
Jack almost had to ask her to clarify as he quickly matched her pace as they hurried to her dorm, hoping nobody else was ditching class because that would totally kill the mood, but then he considered the current topic and gave a slight nod, as if nodding to himself in understanding as well as answering the question. "I did, yeah," he said, his voice low though he wasn't particularly ashamed nor regretted it, but he was slightly embarrassed. It was an awkward story to tell. "A girl I met at the hospital during my treatment and I got somewhat close over my stay," he started as he glanced at her. "The night before I was supposed to leave, we hooked up in her room. I haven't seen her since. It was a kind of, 'let's just both get this over with since we're dying of cancer' moment. Totally stereotypical." As if it happened to every teenager.
Effie swallowed hard, blinking her eyes rapidly before she could finally push herself up off the floor. "Nobody told me they were going to knock the wind out of me," she said, her voice abnormally calm considering how embarrassed she was. She'd never experienced anything like that, and she quite honestly never wanted to experience it again. It was like she was back there, in the memories, standing on a hot balcony dressed in too many layers or strapped to a metal chair in a damp basement with her skin being burned off. She had her answer now: she didn't want to remember. But she had to, knowing that she'd been some place other than Colorado in September once she considered the environment.
She pushed herself to her feet finally, grabbing the cigarette and digging her toe into the melted carpet as if that would fix it. "Sorry," she muttered to Raegan without looking up at her.
(You're freaking hilarious! Ahh! I love you.)Demitri let out this breath of air, sighing at Franky. "We shoudknt talk about that. Let's make it a point trom now on to leave anything Effie out of it because we need middle ground and while you hate her guts and wish death upon her I actually like her and want to see her do something good in this world." He clutched onto piece of his sheets, trying to relax his muscles but couldn't bring his body to listen to his brains commands. "How was telling Zander about your baby? You know? You're love spawn?" He questioned. He wasn't sure how everything played out but when he went outside he seemed to feel like dragging her away would solve the problem and he didn't quite want to be alone.
Gewls stopped, about two feet away from her dorm, chewing on her bottom lip. His story… it would have been perfect for some novel. Two people who were both dying fall into each other's beds for one chance to finally experience what everyone was raging about. Okay, it could have been romantic if they had fallen in love too. But that was merely besides the point. "At least you never have to see yours again. My first time… let's not talk about it anymore." She pulled him to her, kissing him softly, but urgently all at once. She wasn't nervous or scared. She wAs beyond ready at this point. She placed her hands firmly on his chest.
Raegan just shrugged her shoulders, picking up her pen and pad. She jotted down a couple of words, watching her toe the burn. But she shook her head anyways. This wasn't Effie's fault. She almost wanted to go punch hope and Marcus. Had they really done this to their own child? Their flesh and blood? It made no sense to her. "Don't worry about if Elizabeth. You should probably head of to class."
(AHHH I LOVE YOU TOO)Franky swallowed hard at the mention of her and Zander's love child. "I'd rather talk about Effie," she admitted with a groan before shaking her head, playing with the ends of her hair. "It went... Badly. Horribly. I would rather throw myself over a cliff than go through that again. And it didn't help that Bex interrupted," she grumbled with the shake of her head again. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't want to give up this baby; I've always wanted to be a mother, but I know it's impossible to be teenage mother in this business and even more so with bosses like ours, but..." She just pinched her eyes shut. She didn't want to think about it or worry about it. Not now, not ever. She regretted everything that led up to the mistake that was now growing inside of her. "I'm going to get so fat," she muttered, as if that was her biggest worry.
Jack almost questioned her when she stopped talking and kissed him, but in a few split seconds he completely forgot where his voice was. Right now, all he could think about was kissing her because nothing else mattered. Her past didn't matter, and neither did his. The only thing he cared about was that he loved her, she loved him, and he was more than 100% ready to share this moment with her, and he wouldn't trade any of it for the world. He mimicked her every move while his hands pressed against her back to hold her closer to him, not wanting to break the kiss even for a second.
Effie held her hand in her hair for a second while her eyes dazed off towards the door. She blinked slowly once before she finished brushing her hair back and shook her head. "I'm leaving, but don't expect me to attend class," she announced, her voice quiet as she headed towards the door. She had a throbbing headache now, and all she wanted was a cigarette that wasn't going to kill her - well, not immediately - and a drink. Preferably something strong enough to get her drunk in a few minutes. Maybe someone to drink with, but drinking alone never stopped her before. "I'm assuming I'll have to see you again at some point?" she asked, stopping with her hand on the doorknob.
(Good. :3)Demitrious kept quiet, despite the urge to interrupt more than once in the entire time while she spoke. The moment he asked her anything, he had made this situation about her and what was important for him to understand was the fact that he did needed to open his heart to all the other possibilities and he needed to lay attention to what others needed. And she needed to have someone hold her hand and let her know that they were there for her and they could give her answers when she needed it the most. "Franks, if you feel like you should keep it, then maybe it's a good idea? I mean, it Woll be hard but I know we can do it." He said positively. Like he was the father and he was soley responsible for everything. Even if he was to the one who had touched her. He could never think of her that way… though she was attractive. She was his partner. In legit crime.
Gewls let one of her hands fumble for the doorknob. So that way if someone came down the hallway they wouldn't be caught making out in that spot. She pulled him inside with her before closing the door and locking it. All without breaking her mouth away from his. If almost seemed like it was easier breathing with she was lip locked with her amazingly wonderful boyfriend. Her other hand gripped onto the fabric of his shirt. She couldn't lose a hold of him. Not now, not ever.
Raegan gave her this stern look, her eyebrow arched. "Whatever you choose to do Elizabeth," she started, setting down her pen and pad, as she too, crossed the room to where Effie was standing up against the door. "Be here tomorrow, same exact time. And remember if you aren't fifteen minutes early you're late. And if you're late, I will hunt yiu." She was like a hunter. Hell with all the people she had killed in her lifetime and just being a spy for a super couple of years she had come across a lot of crazy things. This happened to be one of the biggest. "Have a wonderful day."
(Quick question: who's dorm do we have Franky and Demitri in?)
(Okay, just making sure lol)"Hope will kill me," Franky said, absolutely positive that she was 100% correct. She saw what she did to Effie, and none of them even knew why. If Hope found out she screwed this mission over for everyone because of one night of unprotected sex, Franky was sure nobody would hear from her again. "You saw what she did to Effie, Demitri, and that was her own daughter! Imagine what she'll do to me!" She was shouting at this point, hoping that if she started yelling at no one in particular it would make her stop crying. But it didn't she was crying again, on the verge of a panic attack just thinking about what her future held, if she even had a future at this point. "Some days I wish I could just give this up, you know? Just leave everything and everyone and live a normal life and maybe then this wouldn't be so goddamn difficult. I could even be on that stupid MTV show, Teen Moms or whatever." She couldn't believe she was joking about it, but that sounded much more pleasing than raising a child to be the only bad guy surrounded by good guys.
Jack didn't hesitate for a single second when he felt her fingers grip the hem of his shirt; he pulled his face away from hers just briefly enough to get his own shirt off before he was back to kissing her, as if that half second had been torture being apart from her. His adrenaline was pumping in the excitement of it all; the whole situation of skipping class to have sex with his girlfriend had him as thrilled as any other teenage boy, but he felt something in his gut like butterflies. He loved her, deep down he knew that was the honest to God truth, and maybe that's why he was happily nervous. He wanted to impress her, he wanted to be good with her. He didn't want to ruin anything.
Effie scrunched her nose at the taller woman. "Stop calling me Elizabeth for Christ's sake," she groaned as she opened the door and helped herself out. Just because of what she said, she'd already decided she was going to show up fifteen minutes late. Maybe drunk. At least hungover. She didn't want anybody thinking they could hunt her or control her; she was Effie Stonem for God's sake.
She started towards the boy's dorm, figuring Link would either still be in bed, and if he wasn't, she could pick the lock and see if Zander still had a stash a booze in his sock drawer that was there from August and get drunk in his room until he returned. She stopped in front of his door, pounding on it three times before she called, "You have three seconds to open this door, Lincoln, and you better not have a shirt on when you do." She smiled her Effie smile and crossed her arms, waiting for the door to open for her.
Demitri rubbed her back, as if it would possibly give her some sort of comfort. He was shitty when it came to this factor. He wasn't good at all making others feel better… well, he made Effie feel better that one time. (Instert Wink face). He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He had started this life purely because he hated his father and everything the man had stood for. He was a violent piece of crap that didn't deserve to live. And Demitri was happy when he had died. "Being a parent is hard work and living that normal life you wanna live probably isn't all it's cracked up to he. Franky, I will help you keep the baby a secret, I pinky swear. We will make it through the next couple of months. I'll go on hard missions. I'll defend you. I will truly be here for you."(Should we skip?)
Link had just barely got out of the shower, his body still glicening when he opened the door, not even wearing pants, but wearing a towel. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of her. "Hi, Effie." He moved slightly, as if to let her in. And ace said that he wouldn't see her again today if he didn't get out of bed. Who knew she would have been drawn to his room like a moth to a flame had he showed to begin with? He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling. "What would possibly bring you here today?" He asked curiously.
(Sureee :)))Franky searched his eyes for a brief second as he spoke, pondering the authenticity of his words. She wondered if he really meant it, and it didn't take long for her to decide that she was convinced. Demitri wasn't one for blatant lying; he generally spoke his mind pretty easily, and considering they were partners, she almost felt obligated to trust him, though the decision was made a little easier knowing that he was on her side. "You'll help me keep it then, yeah?" she asked, her voice hardly above a whisper. "I just mean until I have it. I haven't decided if I'm going to actually keep it or give it up for adoption..." At this point, considering the life her child was bound to live, she was leaning towards adoption. It would be the easy way out, but she also wanted Zander's opinion.
Effie's eyes glazed over his body shamelessly, her gaze following the drops of water that slid down his skin. "Oh, I've missed you Lincoln," she muttered with her signature grin before she gave him a wink and helped herself inside, tossing her book bag on the floor before she threw herself on his bed. "I don't feel like attending class, and I had a feeling you wouldn't either. So I figured we could sulk about my disappearance together. You can catch me up on everything I missed; Kieera did a terrible job of that." She never looked away from him while she spoke. He was just too hot to not stare at.
(I only ask because I know that type of stuff should be private messaged. So if you ever feel like being detailed… pm. :) )Demitri nodded. Without a doubt he would help her. It sasnt only her fault this had happened. And Zander didn't really seem like he would be much help because of how things were going with Bex. But maybe he would surprise everyone. "We will take care of that child in the best way. Fulfill it's needs." He nodded once again, his dark eyes meeting hers. "I swear on my life." It was a sincere oath coming from him. So… Franky really wasn't all that bad. But she did get irritating sometimes. He could at least admit to it.
"I don't know if I'm the correct person to go to for stuff like that… seeings how I probably left the room like once." Link crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing. He sort of felt awkward when her watching him like she was, but at least he knew she was watching him. Instead of being stuck in a room where she was being beaten to death. "I heard the guys talk though. So ask me questions and I can answer you in the best way possible. But your best bet at information is either Jack or Ace. Maybe even Bex if you can get it out. Though there is Gewls."
(Okay, so somehow, Caesar gets caught and is found to be a CIA agent and in order to prove her loyalty, Raegan is ordered to kill him only she can't because he is all she has left and she loves him. Of course…)
(Sweeeeeeet!)Franky looked at him with glossy eyes before she finally just threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "God, I'm sorry I've been such an ass to you," she apologized. She couldn't believe how sweet and sincere he was being to her when she'd treated him like garbage. "I'll try and behave better, but no promises," she added once she finally pulled away and wiped her eyes, letting out a light laugh in an attempt to hopefully lift this somber mood that weighed down her shoulders like a boulder. "Thank you." She flashed a quick smile, hoping he knew how sincere she felt.
"Lincoln," Effie groaned loudly, throwing her head back onto the pillows on his bed. "Just shut up already. I'm here. With you. Right now. Because I want to be. And if you'd rather I go hang out with Jack and Ace and Bex, though I'm pretty sure Jack and Gewls are currently getting it on in my dorm, I'll leave." She raised a brow at him as if to challenge him to tell her to leave. "I thought you'd be more excited upon my return but so far I'm rather disappointed in the, what? three sentences I've managed to get out of you since I showed up?" She shook her head before laying back down and staring at the ceiling.
(*posts a comment just so I can be the even number again*)
(Just work sigh :/ what about you?)
(What I really want is to be able to reply to you because I am super stoked about this.)
(Of course you do. It's my fabulous ways that keep you replying everyday.)
(boring and stressful lol how is your life?)
(It feels like it never ends. Think we should mostly skip? I mean, I want to keep Effie and link going for a while though)
(Wanna add in some people? I will reply with Lonk's answer as soon as I can.)
(Sure, who would you like to add?)
(Whomever you feel. I feel like a jerk for asking… )
(No, don't feel like a jerk! It's totally okay :) I'll start working on a post now)
"How much longer?" Ace groaned loudly as he sat against the wall in the geography hallway, hitting a balloon back and forth between him and Bex. He was practically dying of boredom; their chemistry class had gotten out early due to an "accidental" explosion by Ace who managed to light his and everyone else's project on fire. "Still twenty minutes," Bex answered as she smacked the yellow balloon back towards him with a sigh. The dining hall wouldn't open until third period got out, so the two were trying to occupy themselves considering all their other friends were still in class.
Ace kicked it back towards her with a frown. "We could go see what Link's doing?" he offered, and Bex shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "I have a feeling he won't want to get out of bed now any more than he did this morning," she admitted.
(Who should be in class with them? Zander?$
Gewls face felt like it was on fire. So they had been caught and now they really were going to go to class. But she couldn't expect him to ditch all the time with her because eventually he would get into trouble and studies were more important than girlfriends. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not." She was totally prepared for tonight. Already going through everything in her head and what was killing her was the fact that she needed to talk to her roommates because they were her best friends. "Do you really want to go to class… or we could go somewhere else?" She offered. If they didn't make it to that night… then so what? They had a good relationship and lots of other girls were jealous that Jack seemed to just fall right into her lap… not literally though. Someway or another they were bound to cross paths and get to know each other.
Kieera couldn't exactly say she was happy with her assignemtb, because she was working on other things. What if… one day she just asked Ace to be a nude model for her. She knew he would probably be interested in something like that. Especially since he knew where she was passionate About. She chewed on her lip. Caesar and Raegan are close. How did both best friends end up working for their school. And why?
Raegan shifted in her chair, almost awkwardly. It was the damn smell. She needed to quit or else she would always be a dead give away and Caesar kept telling her… ugh. "I do." She said quietly, getting up to her feet to go around her desk. "And if the whole lack goes missing Elizabeth… I will know exactly where to go to get it." She threw the other girl a cigarette and then of course her lighter. She wasn't surprised. She knew this about Effie and she knew that she needed to be ready to handle stuff like that because they would be getting nice and cozy for a while.