* ONE OF THESE DAYS

[fairuza]

FAIRUZA N ROMANI


THE EMOTION, IT WAS ELECTRIC
and the stars, they all aligned
I KNEW I HAD TO MAKE MY DECISION
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She had always been a nomad, so it was only natural that she’d get the itch to leave Paris to some place like this. Well, that was a lie, usually when Fairuza had to leave a place, she’d usually go to someplace with more bustle, but somehow she fell off the tracks of consistency and came here, a demotion really. Valkyrie was not as bad as she heard the teenagers complain about it, it was cheaper to live here than Paris, that was one thing for sure. It had everything she needed and if she missed a big polluted city she could just drive up to Los Angeles and that little stint of hers could be complete. However, it was the fact that she kind of missed her family back home, whom of which Fairuza hadn’t spoken to in over two years. No letters, no phone calls, nothing. Sure it was cold turkey, and sure she missed her father more than any other member of her family, but maybe that was the only way. The girl knew her mother would no doubt attempt to convince her that what she did was utterly wrong and she should go back home… her husband’s home and be a good wife. A good wife? Hah. She was a damn good wife for the month or so she actually lived with the man she married before running away. Ah yes, that would be another thing her parents would frown upon, her running away from her responsibilities, her duties as a wife and other such crap. Fairuza didn’t ask to be wed by the age of sixteen, so really was it her fault that she felt the need of running away? Well, okay, that was not a very strong argument, but she knew to the core of her soul she couldn’t stay with Emilian happily.

Perhaps that is why she ran, ran away from him, from the life that was set out to be hers. Now she was hanging out in a small town most of the world didn’t know about with the people of this town that think that same world revolved around them. The funny thing was that she didn’t mind it here; she was here on her own terms. But the funny thing was that as soon as she got that itch to leave, she’d pick up the few things she has and leave; just like she never was here at all. But she had more current things to worry about, like the broken up car she examined right in front of her. The grand total came to an amount that could pay her rent for a good few months, tax included that she calculated in her head. Yeah, she did that with ease, math was just one of those things that she did, like coffee addicts going to Starbucks; it was natural. Actually, moreover, Math never changed no matter where she moved to; it was one of the few consistencies in her life and even here she was taking some calculus classes at the community college, more of a noble pass time than getting a degree sort of thing. Granted that the price to fix up that particular car was a little more than university tuition in some places in the world, if not more, but to the kids of this town, it was like changed wedged into their designer couches, crumpled and forgotten. Lucky bastard would never work a day in their lives if they were good enough to remain in the will; inheritance alone could fund the restructure of small unknown countries. Good was a relative term here, used sparingly considering she was standing in front of a metal pretzel that used to be a luxury Maserati. However, unfortunately for the child in front of her, she was in no mood to play the role of the nice mechanic, “Yeah, and who’s brilliant idea was it to film the speedometer going full speed along a cliff high way?” She inquired, her tone hinted at the obvious flaw of that plan, venomous. After a few more petty squabbles and the bills were paid, Fairuza popped open the hood, taking a clearer look at the damage to such a pretty vehicle.

But like the rest of this day thus far, she was interrupted yet again. “Fair, you gotta show ‘round the new kid, when he comes down in a few,” it was Bobby, the owner himself, and what he said, regrettably, was as good as the law. Fuck. God, why did she have to show around the new kid? Especially since she had work to do? Don’t get her wrong, Fairuza loved the new kids, hell she was always the new kid, but this was just a little much in the town, “I swear if it is another little boy mistaking me for the secretary, I’m going to start throwing punches.” She mumbled, still under the hood of the car. God damn it, she hated it when she was greeted with ‘hey sweetheart, mind telling me where I can find a mechanic…’, it wasn’t that she loathed being called pets names such as those but that fact that it was the very idea that she was just a secretary… She knew more of about cars then most men ever did. Maybe it was the heels that threw them off, but hey, her whole balance would be thrown off if she ever went back to flats… or even runners for that matter.

But it was when she heard her name along with something that sounded like ‘the new kid’ that she placed her tools on the cardboard beside her. Damn it, she was almost done here. She propelled herself from underneath the vehicle on the pseudo skateboard that had melded to her back. Her heels impacted the pavement with a click, rivaling that of Dorothy’s when she was wishing to go home, as she stood up to observe the new kid. He was tall, definitely well built from what she could see and he just seemed to be one of those people with priceless smiles. He was quite handsome she had to give him that. However what amazed her most was that even in her six inch heels, she still had to tilt her head slightly to look at him completely. He was massive, six foot four or five… something of that sort. Fairuza wiped her hands on the thighs of her jeans, as she extended her right hand towards him, “I’m Fairuza. Apparently I’m your personal welcome wagon for the day. Welcome to Singer’s.” She said, dropping her hand after the shake. Before turning to leave to show the kid around the shop, inside and out, Fairuza smoothed the edge of her tank top, as her hand instinctively reached for her rosary, muttering a little prayer in Rroma while she walked. The gypsy girl was nearly at the door when she realized the only footsteps she heard were her own. He was good at this following thing. She swiveled around, a hand on her hip as she pushed her aviator sunglasses to the top of her head, “Well come on now, Handsome, I have to go back to untwisting some over-privileged sixteen year olds car frame after this,” She explained, her voice rather sweet, and subtly accented with both Europe and annoyance; but not with the new guy, only because she was dragged away from what she loved best; cars.

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LENGTH`1248
TAGGED TO` orion, bby
ATTIRE` fair, fair.
CREDITS` format inspired by all the vside lovelies<333 graphics by me
LYRICS` 'i can't stay ' by the killers
NOTES` yay for fairion

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[Orion Hughes]

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Orion M. Hughes
You ask about my consience
And I offer you my soul
You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I'll grow old

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----------- IT WAS NOT EVERYDAY ORION Mitchell Hughes had to have a first day on the job. Let's face it, while he had always considered getting a real job, his "family" business was what he was born and beaten into. He had never had any other jobs. He had done a few odd jobs on peoples cars here and there but more as favors when asked. If there was one thing he knew it was cars ((which is a problem for me as an rper who knows nothing about them)). He didn't know much else so what else could he do. Although, he supposed they really didn't NEED jobs, Donny's would keep them set for life but whatever, might as well to keep up appearances and all that jazz. Orion made his way through the small two bedroom apartment which currently held him and his younger sister, Liz. They had leased an apartment just down the hall from the Izzy and Donny Davis, had since he had first arrived in Valkyrie due to the small and dangerous situation they now found themselves in after Liz killed their oldest brother, darren junior. Orion himself had actually been sent here to kill Liz. A life for a life and for all the Sirens knew at the moment, Liz had been the only one there. Of course now everything was slightly compromised since Orion found out a man named RIley Turner had also been at the seen. In fact, he seems to be the main reason Liz shot Darren. If Orion could just knock off Riley the SIrens would be satisfied and they wouldn't have had to fake Liz's death, they wouldn't have had to fake a trail of them leading west. They wouldn't have to be on guard every second. But nooo.... Liz wouldn't have it, nor would she explain why she cared so much. Rion partially doubted she would be able to explain why she cared, even if she tried.

----------- HE WAS NOT EXACTLY HAPPY ABOUT HAVING yet another secret to keep, especially for someone he didn't know. Needless to say, Orion is not one to go around meeting new people and telling them about his life. He is private and he liked to keep it that way for safety reasons. He is a very introverted guy. He doesn't trust anyone, not even himself at moments. He is the classic Siren in the trust department and completely cut off. It all comes back to being self reliant. You take care of yourself and you don't get hurt. He just keeps brow beating these philosophies into his head and his lifestyle is killing him. What he needs to do is learn how to laugh and have some fun. He needs to learn that he isn't a brainless brute as everyone makes him out to be, as he's been trained to think. Orion not having the heart, or lack there of, to kill his own sister was just causing a world of trouble. The most, not dangerous, but the most annoying of the issues, was the presence of Liz and Orion's niece, Darren Jr.'s daughter, Widow. Heh, he didn't even really remember her real name. He knew it wasn't Widow which was a step up from most because she goes by it almost exclusively. He knew it was a 'W' name but honestly it had been so long... it just couldn't come to mind. But after Wid came, he had thought it was over but she was surprising, all she wanted to do was blackmail and make Liz's life a living hell.

----------- LIZ WASN'T TAKING IT WELL, he knew that. The guilt over her first kill was eating away at her. It was Junior though, that's what he couldn't get. He got guilt, believe me, after everyone... he just.... he understood guilt. But Darren was a murderer. He was a rapist and a child molester. He had raped Liz and was in the process of killing a man she obviously cared about and she felt enough guilt to make her physically ill almost every morning and night. He felt guilt for all the things he had done but he wasn't getting physically ill over them. Maybe he should feel guilty for that too. He just hoped Liz didn't do anything drastic. It would be a shame for all them to have put themselves on the Siren hit list to save the life of a girl who will just end up committing suicide. Little did he realize, the more and more under control everything would begin to feel, the less and less it would become. Why this god had no interest in the Siren rebels getting out of this okay was beyond him. For him it was punishment and he understood that. Orion was the type to punish himself harder than any god could but the others. He could barely see what Liz had done as wrong and Donny and Isabel... god Isabel. Seriously, there wasn't a kinder, less judgmental soul on the planet. She would care about anyone, no matter their pasts. She was also, so far, the only girl Orion had ever fallen for. He was over her now but she was still close to him. He was protective.

----------- BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERED RIGHT NOW, no. What mattered was this new job and just trying to live and move on. Orion pulled on his shoes and stuffed his workers gloves into his pocket before heading out. The place was called Singer's Autoshop and he was supposed to talk to some man named Bobby, who was the owner. Rion had spoken to him over the phone and gotten the job set up but that was it. Rion just walked there. It wasn't too far away from the neighborhood nicknamed the "Shaks" where the Hitten Apartment building resided. Rion eyed up at the place. Pretty basic he supposed. He walked into the building passing the workers and open cars and knocked on the frame of the door to what looked like an office. A slightly chubby middle aged man with some grease stains on his arms and shirt looked up, "And you are?" Orion stood up straighter and stepped in, "Orion Hill, sir. We talked on the phone." He replied giving the falsified name. Because of Liz and the obviously delicate situation, their real names can't be on paper here, meaning the Hughes were now the Hills, except for Widow. The Sirens though Orion moved on and that Liz was dead, the Davis's and Widow still were known and simply not of concern for all they knew. "Ah yeah, take your jacket off, we'll get you right to work, I'll send on of my mechanics your way, show you were everythin' is." Bobby replied. Orion took off his leather jacket and set it on the coat rack gaining an amused eye from the boss as he passed, "Damn boi, work out enough?" Orion furrowed his brow slightly, "I suppose, easier to get the job done, sir" Bobby nodded a smirked, "I like this Sir bit you got goin', keep it up kid." He added before disappearing to go get the mechanic Orion supposed.

----------- ORION WATCHED HIM GO BEFORE STEPPING outside of the small office as he waited. Honestly, it had never occurred to him that he could possibly get away without calling the boss sir. Sirens ran themselves far different from the rest of the world and Rion was taught obedience to the boss and distrust or resentment for the coworkers. Mainly because his old coworkers were all scoundrels. He leaned against the wall for only a moment when he saw a girl walking towards him, a girl whom despite being in heels was sporting some grease stains. He raised an eyebrow slightly, she was attractive. He wasn't surprised she was a mechanic. He had Liz as a sister, girls succeeding in primarily male dominated activities never surprised Rion anymore. The raven haired girl was just... attractive. He didn't find many attractive at first sight so that was different, but it didn't matter. He wasn't that type of guy. He stood up straight as she walked over to him and extended her hand which he took. “I’m Fairuza. Apparently I’m your personal welcome wagon for the day. Welcome to Singer’s.” Fairuza? That's an odd name, Rion thought to himself but then again, he couldn't really talk after all his name was "Orion" He replied plainly before she began to walk towards the main garage. “Well come on now, Handsome, I have to go back to untwisting some over-privileged sixteen year olds car frame after this,” Orion rolled his eyes slightly as he followed her. handsome really? He just ignored it as he followed her, "What kind of car?" He asked, refferring to the twisted frame of the over privileged sixteen year old.

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; fairion
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'blaze of glory' bonjovi
WORD COUNT;; 1520, wow where'd that come from?
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; hope what I said about Bobby was okay.
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[fairuza]

FAIRUZA N ROMANI


THE EMOTION, IT WAS ELECTRIC
and the stars, they all aligned
I KNEW I HAD TO MAKE MY DECISION
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Fierce independence was something that was synonymous with Fairuza. She was never able to let someone else take the reins, someone else making decisions for her was something of a foreign thing. Perhaps that was the reason her marriage, or lack thereof, crumbled with the first couple months. Technically she was still married, but they were more estranged now, it had been over a year since she has seen her husband, they were as good as done. Of course the way she went about her independence from an unhappy marriage was rather, how you put it, unreasonable in some ways, but it was the only thing she thought of. Maybe picking up and leaving was a bad idea, then again, arranged marriages at sixteen were bad ideas also. But she could blame her parents for the way she acted, for the way she broke things off by not actually saying anything, but rather leaving her new house hold high and dry without a daughter in law. Fairuza never wanted to be anyone’s anything, much less someone’s wife.

So she left. Left her new village, left her new family and definitely left her new husband. It wasn’t his fault, in no way at all, Fairuza just wasn’t meant to be tied down, and she was an old romantic at heart. She could live the rest of her life with someone she didn’t love. Fairuza couldn’t live a life like that happily; it was a slow but sure death for her. Despite cutting the cord abruptly it was for the best, she didn’t want to become one of those ladies she would see around the villages she lived in, the large and perpetual broken hearted, with no dreams, fire extinguished from their eyes. That was the one thing that scared her; nothing else terrified her as much as the fears of becoming into someone like them; the only thing better than to live in an unhappy marriage was leaving the country entirely. But something she didn’t figure into the equation was the life fruiting inside of her. It was when she was in Budapest when she had the symptoms. She reasoned with her thoughts, saying it was something she ate, some odd food poisoning, but she knew better than that. Pregnancy wasn’t something she wanted to delve into, it wasn’t that she didn’t like children, but the fact that she was just a child herself alarmed her. How would she raise a baby on her own? Sure, it’s been done before but she’s only read about it in novels or seen it in movies. It was almost glorified, single motherhood.

Somehow, Fairuza became accustomed to the idea, with everyday she became bigger, the thought of being a mother clearer. Due to her expanding torso, she had to stop hovering over car engines and just keep work to a minimum. It was good; she had nice landlords, with a decent paying waitressing gig. It was odd to have so many good things happen to her at once, but perhaps that was her clue to what would happen around the eighth month of her pregnancy. She should have known something was wrong, for she stopped feeling her baby kick, that wasn’t normal. At first, she consoled herself with some bogus excuse, but after a while Fairuza became worried, very worried. However, the night she wanted to go see the doctor, the labour pangs began; somehow those timed pressures of pain made her hope everything was all right. Little did she know the umbilical cord was wrapped around her unborn child’s neck, choking her. If only she made it to the hospital sooner, if only… The gypsy girl was left with ‘if’s’. Fair caught a glimpse of her baby, rosy pink and beautiful even in the shadow of death. But it was the guilt that made everything worst, the thought of burying her child killed her inside, she couldn’t do anything to save her, and Fairuza was helpless. After the funeral, she immediately left Hungary, going anywhere, anywhere but here.

Paris was where she stopped; it was something about this place, the language, the beauty, a place where it was easier to momentarily forget about things she wanted to forget. It was simple to get a job, what body shop didn’t want to hire someone as trained as she? Exactly. In her time in Paris, she also got into the underground street racing, fixing cars on the side for cash and hell, even drag racing some of the time. It was good money, enough for a ticket to anywhere in the world and then some. Even if she began to settle in, make a few friends, Fairuza had that itch to leave again. It was unexplainable, the way she felt when her body wanted to just pick up and leave, her mind becoming set on a singular destination. That’s how she wound up in the relatively small town of Valkyrie California; she saw the fairly unusual name on the massive ‘departure’ board at the airport and just bought a one-way ticket. It was exhilarating, being able to rip away from consistency, starting a whole new life of sorts in an unheard of town. She will have fun with this.

And so here Fairuza Nadya Romani was, in the town of Valkyrie, doing what she does best; working on cars. It was nice to see that she was hired on the spot, the owner obviously understanding of her skills. But now, she wasn’t the new girl anymore, it was Orion who was the new guy now. Her title shifted onwards to him. Oh was that an eye roll she saw? Please, Fairuza was hardly the one to pass out terms of endearment that easily, and if it was going to be faced with attitude, well that just did it. She stopped in front of the door to the office, her hand curled over the handle to the door as she turned back to Orion, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see you roll your eyes, because either you haven’t seen a mirror or you are just not used to compliments. It’s okay, I rarely give them out anyhow,” She raised her brow, looking him up and down, trying to pin him down. She really did wonder if he really didn’t see how attractive he was. Hmm, she was going to have to use other ways of persuasion with this one. He would be fun to toy with, Fairuza concluded, a light smile played at her lips at the thought. Turning back to the building, she threw open the door, pushed her sunglasses on top of her head that combed her hair away from her face. Her ice blue eyes scanned the office before her hand reached for the door that adjoined the lightly furniture office with the garage, where all the magic took place, “Well, it used to be a Maserati Quattroporte… But really, it is just a glorified sedan that some idiot managed to obliterate.” She explained as she walked into the garage, taking a look around. There were a few cars in here, suspended into the air on the massive jacks as a few of her co workers were scrambling around, the sounds of oil splashing and gears grinding. The moment her heels touched the pavement of the garage, some of the guys looked up. It was pleasant to know that the sound of heels were still foreign to the men in the garage, as if they had never seen a woman before. Almost refreshing, “Okay, boys, this is Orion, don’t rag on him too much,” She said, her voice resounding throughout the entire garage, a smile flowing through her words as some of the boys yelled out their salutations towards Orion. She casually looked at him again, her head slightly cocked to the side, attempting to pin him down somehow.

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STATUS` finito
TAGGED TO` orion, bby
ATTIRE` fair, fair.
CREDITS` format and graphics by yours truly.
LYRICS` 'i can't stay ' by the killers
NOTES` me thinks we are going to have fun with these two.

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[Orion Hughes]

•• Orion Hughes ••

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YOU ASK ABOUT MY CONSCIENCE, I OFFER YOU MY SOUL
you ask if i'll grow to be a wise man, I ask if I'll grow old[/center]

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STATUS;; incomplete
TAGGED;; Fairuza<3
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; 'blaze of glory' bon jovi
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; late late late
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