( NICE RIDE ) event fifteen

[finn]

DRAG RACING
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ASK ANY RACER, ANY REAL RACER
IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WIN BY
AN INCH OR A MILE; WINNING'S WINNING
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Valkyrie was no Los Angeles. Or Miami. At least in the size. The city of Valkyrie was a medium-sized city. Big enough to get lost, small enough that a traffic jam lasted no more than ten minutes. Big enough also, that the police department couldn't be everywhere at once. They definitely weren't a 'sheriff and deputy only' kinda of city, but a lot of the police officers joined the force fresh out of high school. Their biggest action they got was crowd control at the fourth of July fireworks, and trust me, that wasn't saying much. Besides, Valkyrie's crime came in waves. They'd be up, they'd be down, a drug bust here and there. Though Valkyrie was slowing getting a gang and mob problem, it was at bay at the moment. On this particular quiet night, it was starting to get loud and busy on a lone street in the shaks near the highway leading out of town.

It was something that just happened. If you knew the right people, you knew was what going down this sticky July night. It happened when a group of guys got sick of just showing off their cars because what was the point if your car only talk the talk without being able to walk the walk? It was mostly a shak thing, coming to show off cars. DJ Hadley being one of the front running guys, followed closely behind with the newcomer Petros Hayes. The two would bring their little sisters along and show off how nice their cars were. Time passed and now enough people wanted to race -illegally- against one another for cash.

A one thousand dollar buy-in was put into place - winner takes all. To some, that was a lot of cash, others it was pocket change, but the thrill of winning? you couldn't beat that. Word-of-mouth told people where it was at, and here we were. Valkyrie's first illegal drag racing night. There was really no need for anyone to set up anything at the location. Street lamps and headlights served as lights for everyone to see what was going on. It was around ten thirty and people were still coming, but already it was crowded. Though it was going to be a race, it was like any other car-showing night with people looking at engines and some guys offering girls to take a ride in their car. Though, this time around, there were a lot more bystanders than any other 'car showing night' because this night, there was going to be races. Nothing though was going on at the moment and it would stay this way until someone challenged another person to race and thus, the night would finally be under way and wouldn't stop until either a.) the sun rose, b.) the cops came, or c.) someone got hurt.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, street and july 20. 2007
WORD COUNT, 487 - damn, that's embarrassing
LYRICS, quote from 'the fast and the furious'
CLOTHES, -
TAGGED, everyone
I SAY, just an intro. it's in no one's pov, so i didn't care how short it was, as long as the point got across.
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[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

J.R. CORINTHOS + MAGGIE CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, JULY 2009

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-----mmm there was just something about the smell of the rank side streets and burnt rubber that just sent shivers up maggie corintho's spine. there was nothing better than a good race and she knew it. the moment she'd heard rumor about the race she'd been sure to listen good and hard to find out just when and where it was all going down. races attracted people. the smart, the dumb, the cocky, the gorgeous, the addicted, and the addicting all seemed to collect on the streets just to get in on some kind of action. whether it was behind the wheel or from the sidelines cheering on your latest lay, racing ignited the senses and gave you the kind of adrenaline high you craved. hell if the racing didn't do it for you, that was where maggie stepped in to help the process along. she didn't have too much stashed in the many pockets lining her body, most of her stuff was safely back at a warehouse or being transported into the many other big cities around the country, but the girl still had some goods and she was happy to get rid of it, for a price of course.

-----there was no one like her out on the streets dealing some of the good stuff. there really wasn't. maggie worked in such a way that she made it damn near impossible to pick her out of a crowd, especially as a high stakes drug dealer. aside from her last name, no one else would ever make the connection between herself and her family back in mexico. no one knew her father was the leader of one of the largest and strongest drug cartels on the right side of the mexican border. no one knew that she grew up playing with ecstasy and handguns. no one knew just how skilled and diabolical the girl actually was. that was the greatest of her games. the moment someone realized just how devious and just how dangerous she actually was, the game was off, her cover blown, and every reason for her to leave surfaced. as long as she played the good girl card, the good girl who just happened to get her hands on some of the finest quality stuff, she was safe, she was invisible, and she could keep doing what she was doing. to her knowledge, maggie was here alone. there were no family members in the states, no bodyguards watching her from a safe distance, no form of protection. that was just the way she liked it. maggie didn't like to be burdened with a posse of burly, deadly bodyguards who were ready to just in front of a bullet to save her life. as long as she played her cards right, there wasn't a need to even go so far as to pocket a knife.

-----when push came to shove it was her finesse and her homework that always gave her the upper hand. her family had laughed at her, said it would simply be easier to go in guns blazing in order to get what they wanted, but maggie knew there was always a method to getting her way that only needed a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. whereas her father and his goons would need round after round of ammunition, maggie could get the same job done with a little research and a well placed threat here or there. it was how she'd gotten the 'in' on the local mayor, giving her family full and complete access to an unguarded dock that was now the focal point of her father's success. all thanks to a girl who'd rather do a little research than blow off a head or two. it was a gift, more or less it was just a little modicum of patience that she actually put to good use, but it was still the method she preferred to use. after all, how could she keep a low profile if she was turning just about everyone into swiss cheese? after weighing one option over the other, patience was definitely the path she chose to take. let her family scoff at her as much as they liked but maggie saved many a dozen lives with the premeditated work she chose to do rather than choosing to act. obviously the ability to think had skipped a generation or twenty.

-----so here she was. her little candy red lotus elise parked off to the side of the street like the rest of the souped up beasts ready to be admired. the car, a present from her father, that she'd discovered upon arriving in valkyrie, was her absolute favorite color, red. it was an angry misunderstood color if maggie had ever considered describing it, similar to herself only she did her dead level best never to reveal her true nature. maggie arched her back, stretching her arms over her head as she sat atop her red devil, her black guinness tank slowly edging up her taut, tanned torso before she tugged it back into place. a stranger weaved his way through the crowd and toward her. she recognized the guy, one of her many new clients, and could have easily picked him out from the crowd by the way he sniffed and always fidgeted with his nose. inwardly the eighteen year olf rolled her eyes at the idiot. she was pretty sure he couldn't be more obvious unless he wore a neon sign that blasted the words "druggie" in bright flashing lights. still seated on the front of her car, one heel gently resting on the fender of her car. she watched him approach, waiting until he was within earshot before she spoke. "same as last time yes?" she spoke easily, unafraid of any wandering ears. an answering nod told her everything she wanted to know. stealthily maggie removed a small 'dime' bag and palmed it, making a quick transaction before she shooed the guy away. this was what she did for a living, and sadly enough, the girl found no shame in it. this was only the petty stuff. this was the way she got her kicks. maggie knew the real money was in the trafficking, but she still got a kick out of dealing from her pocket.

-----she lounged easily on her car, shaking her head and letting her curly hair bounce from shoulder to shoulder as she watched the beginnings of the next race. she heard the footsteps behind her but paid no attention to it, thinking that another racer or bystander was simply making their entrance. little did she know that big, rough hands would wrap around her eyes, hot breath on her neck as she heard the ever-familiar voice that made her groan. "guess who short stuff. did you miss me?" maggie snarled as she ripped the hands from her face, her feet finding the ground in the next moment as she turned and faced off with her big brother. her ever-present good girl act fell in an instant as she cracked her hand across his cheek, a sneer planted on her lips. "you son of a--" she growled, catching herself and falling to a whisper, "what the hell are you doing here?!" j.r. massaged his cheek, feigning hurt as he ignored the slight twinge of pain, "try the fist next time midget, that one almost hurt." he chuckled, loving the way she visibly steamed in front of his eyes. "don't get your panties in a twist, i was sent here. dad's worried about how you're handling yourself so he shipped me off to some college here mainly to keep an eye on you. bitch all you want twinkletoes but i'm here to stay." j.r. watched his little sister pale, he could see it even in the faint streetlight, and couldn't help but to toss his head back and laugh. he was sure he'd never hear the end of it, worse if she ever found out this was all his idea...

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status • finished
words • 1614
tagged • open
credits • gabz!
maggie • clothes + car
j.r. • clothes + car
listening to • stand up - trapt

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[finn]

BECAUSE WHEN I ARRIVE I BRING
THE FIRE MAKE YOU COME ALIVE
I CAN TAKE YOU HIGHER
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He wasn't able to sleep the previous night. Is if almost dying wasn't bad enough, Riley Turner found out that he got Coco Lehoux pregnant. I know, right? One, how the hell did that pairing happen, and two, this was third underage girl he had been with. This continued to be ironic considering Riley's good-natured reputation. So, to say he was freaking out would be an understatement. It was one of those things that you felt like you had to tell someone but considering the circumstances you couldn't. And, what made everything more frustrating was that not only did Coco tell him over aim, but said she was going to get an abortion. Now, Riley stance on it was no side. It never did effect him up until last night. But now... it came down to her decision and he knew that, but it just sucked. Not that he was ready to have a kid, but that thought that she was carrying something of his... it just didn't sit right with him. Especially how she was telling him she'd be doing sucker-punches and drink alcohol. But she also told him she'd go to this drag racing thing down in the Shaks tonight. So what was Riley going to do? Go there. But of course, Riley had no idea where it would be, so he had to go to his younger brother's apartment to ask him.

Riley pretty much hated where Reed lived, not that his own apartment was a penthouse suite, but when you think dingy shit-holes, Reed's apartment building definitely comes to mind. Riley waited a few moments after he knocked for Reed to answer, hoping he was home. Thankfully, the door swung open and Reed was putting on a zip-up sweatshirt, like he was ready to leave. "What's up?" he asked letting Riley in. "Good. You're home. I was wondering if you're going to that drag racing thing tonight?" Reed gave him a funny look. "Yeah... why?" Yeah, Riley knew this sort of thing was definitely not his scene. "Because... I want to go?" He said unevenly, his faded Irish accent sounding uncertain. Reed chuckled. "Feeling a little rebellious tonight? But yeah, I'm going. Recruiting." Reed smirked and nudged Riley in the chest with an elbow. Oh yeah, Reed's bar Riley helped lease out for him. The things he did for his brothers. "Can I tag along? I just need a ride down there. I got to take care of some things." Reed gave Riley a peculiar look, since none of this was adding up. "Ok, Mr. Mysterious. I'll give you a ride down there."

From Reed's apartment, the boys got to the location in at tops, ten minutes. It was kind of weird how much it looked like a scene out of the movies. The girls walking around in bikinis, headlights brights, sounds of revving engines, and the smell of exhaust and paint. Reed seemed to find some girls in what seemed like seconds of getting out of the car they took to drive here. Reed had his reasons to coming and so did Riley. He had to find Coco. He didn't exactly have a plan at all. Nor could he think of any words to say to her. She was right when she said that she didn't even care about him or how he felt about this. Riley didn't even care about her either, the more he thought about it, he barely even knew her. But he just had to talk to her face-to-face because it seemed so unsettling with only talking about this over the internet. It wasn't the adult thing to do. Well, sleeping with a seventeen year old wasn't a very adult thing to do either now was it?

"Are you almost done yet?" Bevin Turner sat lazily on a counter filled with wrenches, screws, and other various tools found in a garage. Three guys' heads turned [including her brother's] to look at the blond girl kicking her feet back and forth. They didn't say anything but just turned around and continued to work on whatever they were working on. Finnegan was racing tonight. Him and the said men had been working on the car for very much the past month, getting it prepared for tonight. It was an older model. A 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. It was Finn and Bevin's dad back in the day. Finn got it. Bevin got to tag along because... well this was just what she did except now she was being rather annoying. The three guys started doing something else with the engine and one of them left the group and went over to where Bevin sat to look for something. He was ok-looking. He smiled at her and she just smiled back, being nice but instead she was just so bored and edging to get down to where the action was. "So, what are you doing after the race tonight?" It kind of took her by surprise. Was one of Finn's friends really asking her what she was doing after the race when Finn stood no more than ten feet away? "I don't know. What do you think someone in my condition to do?"

[/b] she asked him cocking her head to the side, her accent sounding bored. "Condition?" he asked. She nodded. "Well, yeah. I'm pregnant."[/color] The only thing was that she wasn't. As of this morning at least when she went to the doctor's and they said that she wasn't. Though it might be a bit early to be joking about it, it was Bevin and it seemed like a good idea. "Oh," he said. Looking back down and grabbing a rag off the counter.

Bevin tried calling Robbie earlier about the whole false alarm thing, but he didn't answer. She did feel bad, after she found out that Finn broke his wrist. Kind of seemed like it was all for nothing since she wasn't pregnant after all. But, she knew that he was going to the races tonight, so she'd just tell him then. Things between them, well, they'd come a long way since the bickering that took place in his room the day she told him she thought she was pregnant. It was tolerable now. They were able to have a conversation that didn't turn into a fight, so that was a plus. Bevin saw the hood of the car close and Finn looked at her. "You ready?" Bevin eagerly hopped off the counter and shuffled her way to the passenger seat. She smiled at the dude who she told she was pregnant to. He was kind of staring at her with shock.

Finn shook hands with Ricky, [one of his close friends from high school] as Bevin got in the passenger seat. "Thanks, again, man." Ricky nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Anytime Finn." Finn got in next and within seconds the two were peeling out of the garage and speeding towards the set location where all this was going down. "Now," Finn said keeping his eyes on the road. "The last time we went somewhere big like this you got pregnant..." Bevin immediately interrupted him, "Almost, Finn. Almost got pregnant." Finn shook his head. "Whatever. We're still using you and pregnancy in the same sentence. I'm just saying, the next guy isn't going to be so lucky." Finn smirked a little admiring his own handy-work with what he did to Robbie. "How's Andie?" Bevin asked so out of the blue, Finn's smirked dropped. Eh, Finn was getting a headache just thinking about it. Andie Wallace, the girl you could say he had an unhealthy fascination with. He was having such a good time hooking up with her until she told him that she was dating someone and they couldn't be hooking up anymore. What the hell, right? To make matters worse, Finn found out who she ditched him for. Donny Davis. Some big nerd at the university. It just didn't add up in his mind because if you had to chose between a nerd and Finn... yeah, Finn was thinking that was a no-brainer.

"Everyone's replaceable, Bev," he said as they approached the crowd. Finn was going to show Andie that he wasn't effected by her recent relationship at all. Hell, he'd grab some random flag girl for the evening to let out his frustrated jealousy. Just to show her how Finnegan Turner rolled. He parked the car and turned the headlights on. He wasn't going to beat around the bush. He had to find some other person to race because Finn had this weird adrenaline racing underneath his skin.

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STATUS, complete
CRED, format and graphics to me
LOCATION & TIME, streets and july 20, 2007
WORD COUNT, 1490
LYRICS, 'let it rock' - kevin rudolph
CLOTHES, riley , finn , reed , bevin
CARS, finn's - 1970 chevelle
TAGGED, meh, too lazy. you know who you are.
I SAY, i've been in such a turner kick lately.
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[maddoxrhodes]

THE RHODES

I DON'T PRACTICE SANTERIA, I AIN'T GOT NO CRYSTAL BALL,
I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS, BUT I, I SPENT IT ALL. IF I COULD
FIND THAT HEINA AND THAT SANCHO THAT SHE'S FOUND, WELL
I'D POP A CAP IN SANCHO AND I'D SLAP HER DOWN...
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"god, this has to be the single most easy thing we've ever done." athena sighed, walking down the streets of valkyrie with her hands in her jean pockets and her (a random girl at school's) sandals flip flopped on the walkway. her two years older brother, maddox rhodes, walked beside her with a mischievous, cracked smile playing on his lips, as he tugged on an old shirt that hadn't been washed in several weeks. he was a hygienic fellow, that one. she licked her lips and then pulled out a torn up tube of chapstick, seeing only centimeters left of it. however, she applied it and stuck it back in her pocket, glancing around the streets of both her and her brother's hometown in a very unimpressed manner. it was an understatement to say that she was excited to be packing her bags and moving to the dorms of u.c.l.a, where she would finally escape the business that she secretly loved and the town she opened despised. there weren't many things for her here, and whatever they were, they had vanished into thin air or simply become a lost cause. maybe the shooting had been athena's final annoyance with valkyrie academy - especially the way the administration and students handled it. it was all their fault anyway.

maddox glanced at his younger sister, still chuckling as he tossed up an apple that had been in his hands and then caught it again. he kept doing this to keep him preoccupied as they walked down toward the action which would take place on that particular july night. how did the rhodes, of all people, hear about the drag race that was going to happen tonight? come on now, if anything, the rhodes were expert eavesdroppers, and had to be so they knew when they could crash events and use it to their advantage.

to be honest, maddox didn't like cars, more or less, probably because he didn't have one due to no cash. most of the money athena and maddox earned from their schemes or simple day jobs were pocketed to their dad or uncle. however, lately the siblings had been doing their own side jobs in secret, to earn wages that they needed, and that their father wouldn't put any effort into. for example, a tuition into u.c.l.a. granted, the scholarship had helped immensely, and the valkyrie academy administration favored athena more than most. but it wasn't as if valkyrie university was that easy to get into either - still a pretty pretentious place as much as the academy was. maddox was surprised that he was still in attendance, but as of late, there was nothing more he wanted to do then to steal the family funds, find a bombshell and run off to a distant land in the carribean or something of the sort. it was a lovely daydream, but the rough growl of engines awoke him, as athena seemed to be leading the way while he took a vicious bite into his apple. an apple - their dinner. the rhodes lived just such a glamorous life, right?

"so," athena sighed again, but this time talking under her breath as she took out her leather pouch and notepad with a tiny little pen. "we'll walk around, ask for bets," she then eyed some obnoxious alcoholics and rose an eyebrow appreciatively. ".. better if they're a bit drunk first and are carelessly showing off their rolexes." she shook her head, as maddox then pointed something out.

"athena, they're still going to look for us once the race is over. they'll all be talking about they won this and this money or lost so and so bills." he pointed out, smirking as he snagged two beers from a 30 pack and patting a bro on the back, more of in a patronizing manner. of course, he'd have to finish off both, due to athena being so against any kind of alcohol or drug - fucking health freak.

eying the beers, athena avoided maddox's empty gaze with obvious disapproval. "and we have discussed this." she reminded him again, her tone getting more annoyed. "either we'll keep feeding them alcohol, or we'll simply ditch the place before the race is over. it's not as if it'll truly be that enticing of a show." she explained, seeing as though she had lost maddox to the apple and beer, rolling her eyes and walking over to a couple of boys that looked already fairly stoned. giving them a coy smile, she consoled them about bets, made it as comfortable and promising as possible (even extended it to a 25% addition if they won) and immediately was handed five dollar bills to fifties. god. easiest. night. ever. however, when she looked over her shoulder, she saw maddox walking the opposite direction toward two people. two very distinct people. athena had to squint her eyes, but she remember the tiny, tan, gorgeous brunette. she remembered the buff, crass boy. "you're such an idiot.." athena hissed under her breath, as she followed him quickly, but realized it was going to be too late.

maddox was simply amused, two beers in hand and apple in the other. his smile was loose and easy, as he walked toward a certain two people, two people in which both him and his sister had a very long history with. and before he could hear his nearly sprinting sister stop him, he gave the two corinthos a wave. "and just when i thought that all childhood friends were just imaginary!" he called to them, teasing as much as he could to get a kick out of the awkward situation. "maggie. j.r. what a lovely surprise and i've just missed you both so much. as my sister has.." he said wickedly, raising his eyebrows as if he was asking for trouble, while athena followed into his step, her face painted with disdain. she then commented,

"actually, i can't say i have, maddox."

THE EXTRAS

FINISHED . JULY 20TH, 2007 . 1,213 . ATHENA . MADDOX . THE CORINTHOS! . FORMAT: INSPIRATION FROM EVERYONE . LYRICS: SUBLIME

[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

J.R. CORINTHOS + MAGGIE CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, JULY 2009

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-----maggie couldn't believe this. could her father really not trust her that much as to send the golden boy to come to her damn rescue once again? maggie had never understood why in the hell j.r. was so absolutely fucking brilliant in the eyes of her, sorry their, father to even begin with. he never put any effort into working for the business, hell he didn't put effort into anything. he slouched around and let things come to him as they may. so what the hell was it about him that made him so freaking awesome? maggie had never seen him prove himself once, but then again why would he have to if he was the first born, the one dessignated to take over once her father passed. he was the heir, he was the prodigy, and in maggie's opinion he was completely clueless to what was going on around him. j.r. didn't have a clue about this business. he hadn't worked since he was fourteen to prove himself. he hadn't used his every resource to make all the right decisions only to be overlooked. he hadn't saved the lives of handfulls of bonehead soldiers and gotten none of the credit. now that was maggie's only claim to fame, doing everything without so much as a backward glance. j.r. was the one with the sun shining out his dumb ass. he could probably scratch himself and get an award.

-----somehow that really wouldn't have surprised maggie. everything always came easy to that cromagnon incarnation she sometimes called a brother. the part that killed her was just how sickeningly sweet he was to her. damn it she wanted to hate him. she wanted to punt his ass from here to timbuktu but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. as much as she wanted to hate him, he stuck up for her and cared about her almost more than anyone else in this god forsaken family. it was annoying as fuck. they shot names at each other and there was rarely a time when she didn't want to deck him, but j.r. never failed to stick up for her or find some way to protect her. lord knows it would only make her life easier if he was some arrogant prick who didn't give a damn about anyone. well he often was an arrogant, lazy prick but he cared about her. she couldn't pinpoint why and she was always afraid of his answer so she'd never brought up the subject. she just wanted to hate him, but she couldn't. she could hate raoul, at this point she could most definitely hate her father, but there wasn't any way she could bring herself to actually hate j.r.

-----maggie ran her fingers through her hair with frustration, trying to ignored the fact that she could still hear j.r. chuckling to her outrageous reaction to his presence. sure she overreacted completely but could you blame her? once again her father proved just how little trust he had in her, and once again he picked the first born to swoop in a save the day. to make sure that she wasn't screwing up one of the best deals he had going. if it wasn't for maggie, juan corinthos would not have even had a dock to send all his shipments to in the first place. if it hadn't been for maggie, juan corinthos would be training new recruit after new recruit. damn it she was an asset to his business, he simply refused to admit it. whatever. she would find some way to prove herself to him or she'd branch off into her own form of the business. one way or another she was going to do something in this business. she was not about to let her father shut her out now, especially when she'd already gone so far. maggie slipped her hand into the pocket of her leather jacket and pulled out a chocolate lollipop, stripping the candy of it's wrapper before she popped the sugar sweet bit into her mouth.

-----she looked up at j.r. to see his eyes locked on something, or someone, over her head. hell he could look at just about anything from over the top of her head. she stood a measly five foot three. maggie turned her gaze to look over her shoulder, a sly smile coming to her lips as a certain familiar figure sauntered over to them. damn that boy had a lot of nerve. she really had to hand it to him. after what his family had done to hers it really took a lot of balls to face someone who's father had sworn he wanted to see dead. maggie turned to face maddox, feeling j.r. step up behind her. "already stepping in to play the role of bodyguard i see." she grumbled turning her gaze away from the oncoming blast from her past to glare up at her brother. maggie made quick work of stepping away from her brother as maddox walked within earshot. "not imaginary maddox, just your dreams coming to life." her eyes narrowed at the boy, taking in both him and his sister. well this was certainly bound to get fun. j.r. wasn't taking things so great, shuffling from foot to foot, apparently itching for the fight. maggie was pretty sure his aggressive reaction wasn't for the family so much as it was for her. j.r. didn't care about the business, no of course not, but maddox and maggie had been close at one point, and that just didn't seem to fly well with him at all.

-----you could practically taste the tension in the air with j.r. staring down maddox yet clearly appreciating athena at the same time. maggie just between the two waiting to see who would strike first. after all it could be quite the show. with how mad j.r. was getting it could get really good. then again she hadn't known maddox to be much of a fighter. he took after his family in the dirty tactics division while j.r. would make his disdain clear for another person, usually with his fist. when you snuck around sniffing out money to grab, and making a habit out of stealing from the wrong people, you tended not to stick around long enough to get your ass beat. j.r. was clearly starting to remember all of the havoc the rhodes had given the family. maggie could almost see him getting riled up as she stared maddox down. "oye vey, back off junior." maggie said as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back slightly. he wouldn't have budged if he hadn't wanted to. needless to say her small stature didn't give her too much power. "here take this and cool off." she said as she snagged one of the beers from maddox and tossed it in j.r.'s direction. he caught it and walked away with a smug smile no doubt only walking out of earshot but still ready to step in if he had to. once he had partly disappeared into the shadows, and was moderately happy with his smuggled beer, maggie turned her attention back to maddox and athena. "what do you want maddox? you of all people should know just how much you're pressing your lucky by even talking to us." she asked shrugging her shoulders and wrapping her fingers around the stick of her lollipop.

-----the last time any corinthos had heard word from a rhodes, they were scamming them out of plenty of their money. that had not been a fun time in the corinthos household. juan corinthos had been absolutely livid and had...punished those responsible for letting it all happen in the first place. needless to say there was plenty of animosity where her father was concerned. maggie didn't even know why she cared in the first place. according to her father's rule was she to see any rhodes again she was supposed to shoot on sight. but this didn't quite seem like the best time to do so, nor did she really care to follow her father's orders after a certain lumbering idiot showed up to watch her back. you could call it maddox's lucky day.

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status • finished
words • 1687
tagged • open
credits • gabz!
maggie • clothes + car
j.r. • clothes + car
listening to • jai ho - pcd

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[River Connolly-Sakahrov]

REMY BLYTHE SILVER

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the wheel of our life that is spinning around
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[/color][/size]o, I'm not going to lie. Sitting on the floor of her living room, going through old photo albums and birthday cards was most definitely not Remy Silver's style. Did you really need to guess that? She was an individual who happened to pride herself in her ability to move on from things. Wasting away a lovely afternoon dwelling on the crap that already happened was a complete and utter waste of time. What the fuck was the point in it? To remember your younger, thinner days? Yeah, we all want that. Honestly, all a day of 'reminiscing over the good ol' days' did was: A) waste time, B) make you feel bad about your pathetic life right now, and C) make you actually have to think about that crap. Everyone refers to them as the "good ol' days". So, what? These days are just so horrible? Ten dollars says that you were saying that life sucked and you missed the 'good ol' days' when those photographs of the younger, thinner, better you were taken. You know I'm right. And, as we all know, that was absolutely not what Remy did. She was the girl who moved past anything and everything. She was the one who showed those stupid Silver's that she was way better off without them. Look at her life now! She was in school, had friends, had a social life...she was happy. For the first time in a very long time, she was happy. Just shows that you don't need an unhealthy amount of wealth and material possessions to be, you know, happy. During her childhood, she had never been carefree or overly relaxed. She enjoyed being apart from one of the town's most infamous families, of course. No matter who you are, you would. But she didn't need them. For the first sixteen years of her life, she had always said that. The moment she graduated, she was high-tailing the hell out of Valkyrie and off to live her own life. She didn't need a name to be someone in this world. Although it seemed to help. Just mentioning to the Dean of Admission at Harvard at a Christmas party when she was fifteen was enough to solidfy a spot for her. Now, at age nineteen? First year at the local community college. So what? An education is an education. She had moved on and wasn't looking back. And just looking at old photographs like described above would be admitting self-defeat. Yeah, that's what she did.

S[/color][/size]o why, exactly, was she sitting on her living room floor, surrounded by dusty old cardboard boxes? In the afternoon, no less! Way to keep up the image, Silver. But, no lie here. Remy Silver had been sitting there since early that morning, ignoring her ringing cell phone and the odd knock at her door. What was the point? If she opened it one more time, it would probably fall off of its hinges. Again. Living for a solid twenty-four hours without much of a door is not what she would describe as fun, trust me when I tell you that. But let's not re-live that horrid situation. The point is, she was contradicting herself. Not a day went by when the La Fleur Violette waitress made some crass comment on people who were stuck in the memories of their cat whom died a pathetic ten years previous. I mean, move on already. Yet, here she was, doing what she so obviously thought was a waste of invaluable time. Well, sort of. The many boxes surrounding her, not to mention miles of duct tape that had been ripped off for the first time in nearly two years, didn't contain photographs. Or birthday cards. Or any other sort of physical reminder of her past. They contained the most important reminder of her past. Her material possessions. Coming from wealth is something she had denied for a very long time. Most people knew her surname, but most didn't associate her as a child of Darren and Sarah Silver. She was a distant cousin or something. Yeah, whatever makes you feel better. Since she was kicked out, Remy had denied ever living in the Valks. She denied ever thinking five thousand dollars as pocket change. Cheap for diamond earrings is fifteen hundred dollars? Honestly? Dude! That paid like, her living expenses for a month. Cheap for earrings is five dollars, thanks. And the majority of her wardrobe would agree with her. Not once in the past year and a half had she worn something with a world-class designer's name on the label. She hadn't worn her disgustingly expensive jewellery. Or her designer shoes, handbags, clothing...whatever. It had all been packed away tightly in boxes at the back of her closet, determined to never see the light of day again.

A[/color][/size] twisted frown crossing her make-up free face, her spidery hands holding up one of her Gucci purses, Remy shook her head once before tossing it behind her. Same with the Dolce and Gabbana sweater. And the Christian Louboutin pumps ( although she'd be wearing those later that week. ). Half of the boxes were empty, with piles of assorted designer items taking their places. Designer items which would probably pay her entire tuition for the coming school year. What had actually possessed her to buy half of these things? The shallow part of her mind was kicking her. The other part was kicking the shallow part. Tomorrow, she would probably be kicking herself for carrying all of these boxes out of her closet. She was supposed to be passed this part of her life, remember? Yeah, so? She did like to look good when given the chance. Is that a good enough reason? You cannot debut yourself at the first illegal drag race of the season wearing some nasty garbs from Old Navy. Again, the shallow part of her brain speaking. But it was true. To her. Bringing the last box toward her, the she-Silver easily stripped off the duct tape and began to dig.

W[/color][/size]ant to tell me why the best things are always in the last box? She had been sitting there for three or four hours, sorting through the exotic purses and designer clothing she hadn't seen in years and years. And while that did feel good - just don't tell anyone she did it - what she had been looking for was in the very last box, shoved way at the bottom. Of course. The world wouldn't be fair if things didn't happen that way. Sure feels like it, anyway. Now, just as the sky was beginning to darken, her living room was still a disaster area. Normally, the apartment belonging to miss Remy was impeccably tidy. A crap hole, but enviably clean. Anyway. She wasn't, for once, paying attention to the tidiness of her apartment. She was standing in her bathroom, staring at her reflection for much longer than she normally did. Why the hell not? The race was tonight, soon in fact, and had better look ten times better than the sluts who normally went to them. Shooting guys down at what they never would get is a good time, too. Turning to face front, carefully inspecting her nearly bare torso, the flag!girl nodded with slight approval. It felt good to get dolled up in expensive things again. Something about them made you feel different, better. Made you walk straighter, with a more confident stride in your step. Nothing wrong with that. She could kick herself later. Carefully adjusting her black diamond necklace, all very real thank-you, she tapped the cheaply tiled flooring with the heels of her Jimmy Choos. It had been a long time, a very long time, since she had honestly been able to tell herself she looked this good. The tens of thousands of dollars worth of clothing and jewellery covering her body - barely - had to have something to do with it.

A[/color][/size]imlessly applying another coat of lipgloss, humming along lightly to the loud music playing in the background, she only turned from her reflection when a sudden banging errupted at the door. Again. God, couldn't people leave her alone? "Once again, I'm not interested, Doug!" Shouting over the volume of the music, which she lowered as her front door was easily opened ( had she even locked it? ). "Don't you ever answer your phone?" Standing squarely in her doorway was a mister Doug Hart, the burly twenty-something man she had called her next-door neighbour since moving into this holy of a building eighteen months ago. "Don't you ever get the message? I'm not a whore." Sweetly smiling at him as she pulled her leather jacket over her frame, Remy smirked in amusement as a frustrated sigh escaped the man's lips. "Funny. You're my underling, remember? I need your schedule for next week." Well, there was that, too. He was one of the floor managers at La Fleur Violette, where she waitressed full-time. The one who had, you know, given her a job? Might want to be nice, miss. Oh well. "Or do I have to find someone new? Looks like you're doing well." Feeling his dark eyes examining her appearance, taking in the revealing clothing and sparkling jewllery, Remy merely rolled her eyes before pointing back into her living room. "Remember where I come from. Now, I'm going out." Approaching him slowly, head tilted to the side, she pressed a hand on his chest before touching her lips to his quickly. "Ask me later. And lock my door."

G[/color][/size]oing out summed it up nicely enough. Drag races. Illegal street races between two bone-headed males in tricked-out muscle cards. Not to mention beer, bonfires, bets, and babes. The four 'B's. Described it well enough. So, to say she was surprised would be a lie. She had been in this element for months now. A few more boneheads and a lot more activity wasn't going to startle her. Her designer heels pounding against the pavement as she approached the mess of people and cars, the she-Silver plastered that confident smirk she hadn't used in so long. The mass majority of females were blonde-haired bimbos in miniskirts and black tube tops. Classy. It amused her enough, to say the least. Pushing her left hand into the zippered pocket of her skinny jeans, Remy slowed her pace considerably as she got lost in the crowds of half-drunk morons. Breathing in the entire atmosphere, she shrugged her jacket off of her shoulders, hooking it through her left arm, and picked up one of the bottles of beer that seemed to be multiplying by the second. Was beer the only alcoholic beverage associated with this lifestyle? Seems so. Arching an eyebrow, she easily cracked the top off of the bottle and continued through the crowds. Wasn't Brett supposed to be here? They were doing this flag thing together, after all. So, where the fuck was she? Ugh, irritation. Already, she could hear nasty guys approaching her. Like she was going home with them. Ew. My, Tristan would be proud of her now. Changing her direction yet again, she took a swing of her beer, tensing as the ashy liquid worked its way down her throat. No wonder she didn't drink much. It tasted like shoe polish. Holding her bottle in her left hand now, the right gripping her hip tightly, an unimpressed expression crossed her face as she approached two individuals in particular. "Finnegan. Your parole officer can't be too pleased you're here." Raising her eyebrows, she watched her ex-whatever and the one she could only assume was his sister.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font]

STATUS,, complete.
LENGTH,, 1994 words. ew.
TAGGED,, everyone!
TIME & PLACE,, july 20th, 2007; the streets.
CLOTHING,, clicketh.
NOTES,, apparently i rant when i'm tired. hope this is okay, lainey<3
i'll change it if it isn't. xD or i misread something.
CREDITS,, lyrics to gamma ray.
format & graphics to me, inspiration from lainey.

[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

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The REBEL SIRENS ,
I'm the blood you might need, You can't get rid of me
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"And tell me why it is that Liz needs to drive for you?" asked a condescending female voice from the Hughes' apartment washroom. And yes, it is solely a Hughes apartment now. Liz had been crashing with the Davis's but when Orion showed up, they got a new place. Widow on the other hand mostly stayed with the Davis's but she still acted as the queen of both #315 and #337. And indeed, it was to Wendy Moira Hughes, more commonly known as Widow, to whom that condescending voice belonged to. The dark haired beauty had just come up to the Hughes apartment all dressed up to go to the drag race as Orion was going to give her a ride. Upon entering the apartment she had requested use of the mirror to check herself continually until Orion had pulled on his shoes and grabbed some tools he jacked from the garage. She stood in front of the large bathroom mirror gently tussling her hair as she waited, making sure it looked just right. She swiped a carefully manicured finger across her bangs. Outside of the washroom was one 6 foot 4 inches tall male had now been waiting for Widow to reappear, ready to leave. He stood in the small kitchen area and leaned back on a counter, crossing his arms across his chest. He breathed deeply through his nose before calling back to a girl who was technically his niece.

"Because if someone's going to crash I would rather it be her." He replied dryly. He was not serious of course. As he soon learned upon arriving in the medium sized city, his little sister Liz, was one of the few people in this world of whom he actually seemed to get along with. They seemed to understand each other's tendencies and why they have them very well. Perhaps it was because both felt guilt from deaths they caused. Although, Liz had pulled the trigger on one. Orion had pulled the trigger on many and now? Now was the time he was trying to forget and move on. Back in the washroom a coy smile formed on the lips of recently turned eighteen year old. Recently as in a few days ago, meaning very soon it would be Liz's birthday. Now, Widow was always a party girl but for the Siren's, birthdays held little to no importance so it hardly even registered to her. She flipped a curl over her shoulder before walking out into the main apartment and peering over to him. She placed a hand on her chest in mock sincerity, "Aww you changed the answer to one you knew I would want to hear, that's so sweet." Wid grinned. She placed her hand on her hip, shifting her weight and tilting her head slightly, "Are we bonding?" Orion just sort of grimaced at her before walking to the main door and gesturing for her to exit first. Widow just rolled her eyes, "Damn. Moody."

Once outside of the Hitten apartment building, Orion headed straight for his car. It was a classic muscle car. A 1967 Pontiac LeMans convertible. It was basically totaled before he got his hands on it but he did more than just restore it to it's former glory. He revved it up. His baby was running smoother and fast than it ever had before in it's entire life. The thing was a work of beauty. And he would be lying as well as doing himself a disservice if he didn't admit to being proud of it. Orion had always been into cars. It was really the only passion he had ever had for himself. As well as it being a useful one. He was a good worker, good with his hands. Being a soldier was... a regrettable pass. But he was moving on. The thing that made him feel even more guilty than the fact that he had murdered, and not just scumbags like Widow, but real men, one he remembered had a family waiting for him, but felt worse when it came to the guilt was that, after being ordered to do it so many times and being so angry all the time, a small part of him enjoyed that control. It disgusted him but it wasn't to be helped. Widow stepped out of the apartment complex, checking her eye makeup real quick in her small compact mirror, she sighed, "Ah well, Liz can do what she likes. It's not as though I would be hanging out with either of you once there." She commented nonchalantly. She snapped her compact shut and turned her head towards Orion, she placed another condescending smirk and began to walk over.

"Don't take this the wrong way Rion but... the grunge look really doesn't work for anyone." Widow neared the car, a confident smile playing on her lips. Orion simply didn't respond. "What is with the original Hughes Siblings anyways? I mean, grandfather's well dressed and debonaire... I suppose it's true what they say about looks skipping a generation." Wid added, slipping the compact back into her the pocket of her leather jacket. Grandfather was of course referring to her father's father, who was Orion's father, Liz's father and all of their siblings. Now, in actuality, Widow knew better than anyone that the original Hughes siblings were just fine looking. Well, except for Marcus, he was sort of strange looking. But one of the adding factors of hate between Widow and Liz was Widow's petty jealousy at the fact Liz could be gorgeous in jeans and a tank top with her hair all messy. As wrong as she was, the facts were that all her life, Liz seemed to have everything Widow wanted and it had grown into a strong resentment. And now that Liz had killed Darren Hughes Jr. or as Widow had once called him, Daddy, she had a real reason to be an uber bitch and she was not one to miss an opportunity. "Take you and Liz for an example. Not to mention the amount of hideous that is my father and Kenneth.... or should I say was... can't logically blame that delightful pair now that they're six feet under." Widow finished, her glare and tone sharpening as it ended. She watched the ex-siren soldier from above the hood of the car.

Orion did look up at his niece as she spewed her poison. He shook his head, "My god Widow, do you enjoy being this much of a bitch?" He asked glaring at her. He knew he was just fueling the fire by responding but my god, Her father? He killed his own brother, Kenny or Kenneth as she put it. Kenny's death nearly destroyed Liz and HAD led to the death of Wid's own father and here she was mocking his passing. Widow smirked proudly, knowing she had gotten a bit of rise out of the notoriously unshakeable Siren. She gave a small nod, "Yeah... I really do." She replied. Orion just rolled his eyes and opened his door. "Just get in the damn car." He ordered her as he got behind the wheel. Widow couldn't help but give a small laugh at his seriousness as she ducked into the passengers seat. She shook her head as he started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot. "God, you siblings are so damn serious all the time, you've got to learn to lighten up." Orion glanced at her as he turned to car down an empty street, heading towards where the races were going to go on. "Maybe I just don't find useless death all that entertaining." Widow let her smile fade while watching him. She glanced down at her lap before returning her gaze to the streets, "Well then, Rion, I suggest you take a good long look in the mirror and remember who you are." And that was the final statement on the subject as Orion was not going to keep going. He wasn't that person anymore. He couldn't be.

Orion exhaled in relief as they approached the races. He pulled onto the street before stopping the car. He got out of the drivers seat and looked around briefly as he heard Widow's voice once more, he looked over to her as she had stepped out of the vehicle as well, "I'm telling you this as family Rion, you shouldn't be ashamed of you are. We're Sirens. We never change." And that was his biggest fear. He took a deep breath and went to the front of the car to pop the hood. Widow smirked slightly as she walked off but before she had reached maybe fifteen feet away she turned back around, "Oh and Orion, I won't need a ride back. I intend on being someone's constellation prize." And with that Widow joined the growing crowd. Smiling suggestively at a few guys but then... " you of all people should know just how much you're pressing your lucky by even talking to us." Wid stopped walking and just stood their for a moment, she knew that voice. She turned around, looking through the crowd before spotting her. Widow smiled her first real smile that whole night and made her way around some drunkards before coming up behind Maggie Corinthos, one of her oldest and only friends. "Now I know this hot ass bitch can't be my Maggie! She's way to sexy for this town." She was so focused on the part Mexican brunnette she was now next to that she hadn't yet acknowledged The Rhodes whom she had just recently met as they helped to build Liz a new identity. Whatever, it was for the cash, she wouldn't judge.

And then there was Liz. She hadn't been doing so great lately. The guilt was killing her more than she had predicted. Then again, how could she have? She wasn't even planning on killing him. Was she sad he was dead? No, not really. But still, be the one to watch the life go out a person's eyes. A brother's eyes. She had already watched Kenny die. Causing and watching Darren Jr. die was too much. She kept replaying the moment in her head. Darren dropping the gun when Liz kicked his hand, Riley running up to the scene, Darren on top of Riley, punching away, Liz grabbing the gun and just shooting. She shot out of an instinct and a moment later Riley was out from under the man and Liz was cursing a corpse, for everything he had done, for every life he ruined before she realized he was no longer able to hear her. She just... every time she shut her eyes she saw his, dead and open as though he was surprised by his death. Contemptuous even from the grave. She had been spending a lot of time alone and a lot of time awake. After Kenny's death, all she felt was anxious. She felt like she had everything in the world to do and was constantly on the move but this, this feeling was different. She was spending a lot of time at a cliff in New Mexico, just four hours east of here. It had been one of Kenny's favorite places to think and feel free. She had slept there even.

But no, this she promised Orion she would go to. Besides, people, contact with them, people other than Widow and yet another brother who up until he was sent to kill her had been non-existent in her life, was probably a good idea. Liz pulled on her good leather jacket for riding before throwing her leg over the seat and pushing down on the ignition. Not caring enough to put on a helmet. Liz pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the streets headed for the spot Orion had mentioned. One of the few feelings she actually enjoyed still, a feeling of escape that wasn't poisoned by bad memories. It felt like flying when on her bike. The speed, the sound, but mostly, the wind. She made a sharp turn and game upon the group speeding right past everyone until she saw Orion and made a sharp stop, skidding the breaks in a sharp turn. Hey, longer she could go with that feeling, the better. Besides, she was a good rider. She knew she could do it without overcompensating and falling, bike on top. Liz released the handles, the engine shutting off before swinging her leg over and hopping off the Harley. She kicked the stand down and looked at Orion who's head was still under the hood.

"So... this is it?" She asked crossing her arms over her torso and shifting her weight to one side. Orion pulled his head out from under the hood hearing his sister's voice next to him. He thought he had heard her bike. He looked at her for a moment, dark tired eyes. Something he was extremely accustomed to after every fresh new kill. He tore his eyes away and looked down at his baby and nodded, "Yeah..." He lifted his arms and shut the hood down, wiping his hands on a rag and leaning onto the classic muscle. "what do you think of her?" Liz noticed and ignored his slightly concerned stare and just looked over the car. She put her hands in her pockets and circled it a bit. "Hey, I'm just happy it's not falling apart like it had been when you first showed it to me." Orion gave a small smug smile, "I try." Liz nodded and walked across the front of the car again, "I'm sure yo-" She stopped mid-sentence seeing Widow in the crowd with the Rhodes. Orion looked over to the girl as her words stopped abruptly. He followed her gaze, "What? Didn't you know she was coming?" Liz shook her head, "No, I mean, I thought she might but... why is she talking to the Rhodes?" Orion looked over his shoulder again, this time actually noticing Wid's companions. He sighed and leaned on the car next to Liz. "Could be nothing. Could be something." He stated as a gust of wind swept by. Liz re-tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded, "And no making a move until we're sure which. I know." Let's just get this night moving shall we?

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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; going to quote lainey and say you know who you are
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; to Alexz Johnson, rearranged slightly
WORD COUNT;; 2463 wow
CLOTHES;; widow, orion, and liz not clothes but Rion's Car
NOTES;; Liz's parts small because I had to rewrite it due to bad browsers. but yay event!! excited.

[brianna]

AMBER FAITH KODI MALINDA

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in an incredibly busy home, three of the many Malindas were getting ready to go to a drag race. Actually, make that two Malindas, considering how Seth was lying on the couch, his foot up on the arm rest, as he waited impatiently for his cousin, Brianna, and his sister, Amber, prepared to go. At first, Seth had expected to be arriving at the drag races solo, since he was really the only one in this entire family that would really spend their time in a scene like that, but apparently, Brianna was a bet collector and knew all about those races. As for Amber, she was just tagging along; Something about how her friends were going to be there and she didn't want to miss out on everything? Yeah, he had a hard time believing that. Girl barely had any friends back in New York, but then again, the only time he really saw her was when she was at home doing chores, without friends. Not that he really gave a damn about why they were going - He only wanted to know when they would finish getting ready. "Hurry up! This isn't some charity event where you have to dress all fancy and shit. Just throw something on!" Seth yelled, with not caring if anyone else in the house (or even outside the home) heard. As long as the two people it was directed at heard it.

as soon as the sound waves of Seth's voice reached Amber's room, she immediately opened her door, rolling her eyes of course, and shouted back, "It's only been five minutes! Find some patience in that brain of yours!" She quickly walked outside and then looked down at him from upstairs. "Which shouldn't be too difficult since it sure doesn't have a lot of room to hide." And with those last few words, Amber went back to her room and closed the door, not caring to listen what her brother had to say back. "Can't even brush my hair without him making a big deal about something." She mumbled, mostly to herself of course, since there wasn't anyone around. Plus, it's not like Amber really cared about mixing and matching her clothes; She tended to wear simple clothing - Comfortable and casual was the way to go for her, and if she had to go to some big event, she still didn't overdo anything. So when Seth commented on how she was taking too long to get ready, it was simply ridiculous, but that was just her brother: Ridiculous. How was it that they were related? Maybe he got switched as a baby or something; her parents had gotten the wrong boy and she had been living with Satan's spawn all these years. Oh wait, that was Aaron and Scott, minus the whole thing about Satan's Spawn.

meanwhile, Brianna was in her room, completely oblivious to the shouting match going on, or at least trying to be oblivious. The arguments between Amber and Seth happened very often, and she had almost gotten used to them. Keyword being almost. By the time Brianna heard Amber's door close and her footsteps going down the stairs, Brianna had just gotten started. Sue her, for wanting to look great no matter where she was. She wanted to always look beautiful, or at least hot, so that in case she embarrassed herself, or Scandal Star got a picture of her doing something terrible, at least she'd look good. Turning on her radio to KIIS FM, she started putting on her make-up, while listening to the pop and hip-hop songs that the radio station had the habit of overplaying. Though she didn't try rushing herself, Brianna ended up being finished faster than she usually would take, but as she walked downstairs to greet her cousins, both of them seemed like they were more than ready to get out of the house. Amber, of course, tried to hide her boredom, not wanting to act like her brother, but it was almost too easy to see.

“it's about time." Seth commented, as he walked out the door, and got in the car, Amber and Brianna following behind. The ride may have not been too long, but it seemed like forever with Amber bickering with Seth and Brianna just texting, trying to stay out of it all. Then there was the constant music changing, but considering how Amber was in the backseat and had no control over what the music was, it was not between Brianna and Seth. While Brianna kept switching to radio stations with either hip-hop, pop, or even alternative, Seth was switching to rock and metal. It was almost like some DJ remixed all the songs together, until Seth finally said, "My car. My radio. My music." Obviously, Brianna wasn't going to give up easily. "Well, I consider myself the guest, and it's a shame that you treat your guests this way. I mean, come on. Do you real-" Amber quickly interrupted the two, after seeing what her arguments with her brother probably were like. "We're here! Okay? So let's just, spread out, or something. You can finish up this debate later." No one was surprise when she was the first one to get out of the car, with her skateboard under her hand. Putting it on the floor, she went over to where she saw a lot of people her age; meaning, most of the people she hung out with.

next to go was Brianna, who after getting out, fluffed her hair a bit, before roaming around. Where she was going? No one knew, and Seth didn't care. For he was finally alone, and he sort of sat there for a while, taking in all the silence. Yes, the boy loved girls, but those two were going to drive him nuts some times. He got out as soon as he realized that he needed to find some of his own buddies. No, he didn't have a skateboard or blond hair and a tiny frame, but he did have his personal charm which was all he needed for his entrance. Seth had no specific area he was set to go to, so he just stood, leaning against a wall like he didn't have a care in the world. Like he had nothing to worry about and nothing on his mind. However, there was one thing his eyes were looking at, and that was the flag girls. Damn, they looked incredibly fine. Was he ready to use his pick-up lines though? No, not quite yet, but from the looks of it, they might have what it took to become a Coyote.

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NOTES • had to rush the end; sleepy-time :] .
LET'S FLAUNT IT • amber. seth. brianna.
WORD COUNT • 1108 .
TAGGED • amber is going to be hanging with rayne, alex, and hayden? everyone else is freeee .
SETTING • drag race, bby .
CREDITS • lyrics to arctic monkeys; format & banner by me.

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[athenarhodes]

THE RHODES

I DON'T PRACTICE SANTERIA, I AIN'T GOT NO CRYSTAL BALL,
I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS, BUT I, I SPENT IT ALL. IF I COULD
FIND THAT HEINA AND THAT SANCHO THAT SHE'S FOUND, WELL
I'D POP A CAP IN SANCHO AND I'D SLAP HER DOWN...
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sometimes athena truly despised her brother maddox, mainly because he often did the stupidest of things. she knew he was a smart guy - he knew he was a smart guy. yet, he insisted upon breaching such a trait to do things like this. it wasn't the first time that he had bluntly walked up to trouble and asked it to kiss his ass. earlier that week, they had been in the midst of a ploy so easy and so coy that anybody could really do it. however, the person they were duping wasn't exactly the nicest of people, and their plan had gone awry when he had torn athena's wig off and revealed athena rhodes: criminal, instead of mary madden: "well to do debutante". however, maddox had stepped to the plate and besides running away, he simply smirked, took the fifty dollar bill from the guy's hand, and then ran away, barely missing a blow to the head. sure, the life of the rhodes was filled with mischief, complete danger, and of course, maddox's motives to make a jackass out of himself and get them deeper in the hole they dug.

the corinthos were no exception. yes, both maddox and athena could recall all the drama that had happened between both of the families.

"not imaginary maddox, just your dreams coming to life." maddox smirked, walking closer to her, but instead leaning against her car, finding his way on the complete opposite side of j.r. just so he could sit next to maggie. he found his efforts at least accommodating. as maddox leaned against maggie's car, sizing his ex lover up, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement perk up in each curl of his lip. he thought this would be just a drag race with bets, lies, scams and a quick get a way. but now - well, they had maggie to see. j.r, heh, yeah the guy was intimidatingly strong, but maddox didn't mind him. athena, on the other hand, simply stood in front of the two siblings with her glare icy (avoiding j.r mostly) and her arms crossed stiffly. "oye vey, back off junior." maddox stifled a laugh, but stopped when maggie stole his beer.

".. hey -"

"here take this and cool off." maggie said quickly to j.r before maddox could protest, his face evidently annoyed now. of course, athena's expression didn't change, but secretly she was amorous that maddox would only have one beer that night. not only was her brother a lightweight, but a horrible one as well. "what do you want maddox? you of all people should know just how much you're pressing your lucky by even talking to us." maddox could only shrug, and grin as athena now rested her eyes on him with a menacing, patronizing. all of sudden, after maddox finished the long gulp of his beer, everyone was staring at him to answer.

now he could give one of two answers - to be smart or to be suave. hm. well, as said before, maddox wasn't a fan of showing signs for intelligence often until needed.

"i'm just enjoying the scenery. we don't even have to talk to you, mags. i can just look at you and feel satisfied." he said, grinning and then laughing, as athena continued to scoff, shaking her head and rubbing her temples. athena had to step in.

"why are you two even here anyway? shouldn't you be exposing your drug affiliated wealth somewhere else?" athena asked, giving a light sigh as she stepped on a cigarette butt that lay on the street, her eyebrows stitched together with annoyance.

apparently before maggie could even respond, not that j.r would talk either, a voice suddenly appeared from the crowd.

"now i know this hot ass bitch can't be my maggie! she's way to sexy for this town."

the first words to pop into athena's head? "oh dear god, please get me out of here". she didn't recognize the voice right off the bat, but when she finally looked to see who was coming this way, it was wendy hughes. well, everyone called her widow. maddox and athena had just met the girl, or one would suppose "woman", after they had been through such a great, elaborate scheme to make liz seem that she was dead. maddox had gone with izzy to get files, athena and donny had done the hacking and research, while orion just stood there and looked pretty stayed bodyguard. despite his sister's obvious detested reactions due to widow's appearance, maddox couldn't help but feel it was his lucky day. maggie corinthos and widow hughes? now that was a hug fest he wouldn't mind watching.

"now j.r, you can't tell me you feel a bit more at ease now that widow's here, right? i mean, look at her -" he obviously said this in a way so that widow would overhear. "- such a look to behold, sweet little widow." athena couldn't take this anymore.

"maddox, just stop." she scolded, fiddling with her notepad of bets and staring at the whole group of people, a group in which the only way she fit in was that they all were criminals and crooks in some way, shape, or form.

THE EXTRAS

FINISHED . JULY 20TH, 2007 . 1,093 . ATHENA . MADDOX . THE CORINTHOS! . FORMAT: INSPIRATION FROM EVERYONE . LYRICS: SUBLIME

[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

J.R. CORINTHOS + MAGGIE CORINTHOS
SHAK STREETS, JULY 2009

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-----this was the kind of scene that maggie thrived in. how could you not love it? the hot cars lining the streets like something out of a fast and the furious movie wasn't all that there was to the racing scene. there were flag girls, none of which maggie really favored but they added to the nightlife and the charm of the whole scene. there were the boozers, the betters, and on top of all that, the racers. put it all together and you had the beginnings of one hell of a night. it all depended on what happened that made it all a success or a flop. maggie was reserving her judgement on just how the night would wind up. she still had product to sell, but that could always wait. this wasn't just a night to sell, no this was a night to let go and have a good time. she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make this night completely worthwhile. hell she probably would have been better off not bringing anything and just making the night about her having fun, but maggie always took the opportunity to make a little something on the side. you never know who you might run in to. after all leave it to the one day when she wouldn't have anything to offer when some rich bastards kid would be wandering around looking for a steady supplier. god forbid she found a person who actually wanted to traffic. that would be like a dream come true. god the things she did to appease her father. it always left maggie wondering if she should reevaluate and move on to bigger and better things on her own. she was ambitious after all. she was young. she had the time. it was just the matter of whether or not she had the patience that was her true test.

-----enter maddox. who knew the blast from her past would be a decent test of her patience. he seemed to know how to press her buttons, well of course he knew, he was one of the few people around that actually knew her in more ways than she would have liked him to. yes they'd been...adventurous back in the days when the rhodes and the corinthos got along. ah the good ol' days back when a corinthos could trust a rhodes enough to turn their back for a moment and not find anything missing. the good ol' days when the corinthos weren't down a sizable amount of money while the rhodes were running off with it like a dog running away with a stolen kill. yeah maddox definitely pushed her buttons, but she wasn't about to give him the luxury of knowing just how much he annoyed her. what annoyed her more was the faint flicker of attraction there still was for him. a flicker she would have to squash and squash quickly. it was because of maddox that maggie had learned never to mix business with pleasure again. he'd been that one little slip that had come back to bite her in the ass. and it bothered her. not so much that she'd trusted someone and he'd taken advantage, oh no she could deal with that in her own way just fine. it was the fact that she still actually felt something after all that had happened. hell the first second she'd seen him maggie should have shot maddox dead and she knew that. still it was as if she couldn't bring herself to. their rocky past wasn't what got her, it was the fact that she couldn't put it all aside and just deal with this the way her father would have liked her to that really made her mad. maggie knew this would be the opportune moment to get on her father's good graces. send back the head of two rhodes kids? maggie would be golden. maggie was slightly pleased to have annoyed maddox even in the slightest as she stole one of his beers. judging by the thirty pack they harbored she was pretty sure he'd get over it. still it made it all worthwhile for j.r. to drink as well.

-----knowing that a) it got to him, and b) he got a free beer out of the deal, was enough to give him a smug smile of satisfaction. j.r. drifted a little into the background, leaning against the silver beauty that was his 2009 XK series jaguar, courtesy of dear old dad as a thank you for running off to the states to keep an eye on his little sister, and simply watched as everything unfolded. he knew that magz liked to deal with things on her own and j.r. was happy to let her think that she actually did. little did she know that j.r. was doing work of his own to ensure his little sister wasn't in any danger going out and working the product on the streets like she did. it was stupid. it was downright idiotic for her to go out there with a felonies worth of drugs to sell to grabby addicts in back alleys of the city. what was worse was that she knew how dangerous it was yet she still did it anyways. j.r. could read her like no one else could. she got a high off of doing the dangerous stuff. who needed something addictive like the very drugs she dished out, no she could just hop in front of a few cars and probably be all set, but this was how she decided to get her adrenaline rush. it annoyed him to high hell but what more could he do? maggie was independent and she'd kill him if she found out he'd been the one to talk their father into sending him after her to protect her. it was as if juan senior didn't even care about her. after she'd done so much to save his ass time and time again, j.r. was sure that she deserved so much better than this. she deserved a good, solid, safe life. but maggie would never agree to that. she was too adorably stubborn. it was admirable, and for some reason it just made j.r. love his sister more. you just had to admire her spirit.

-----despite how much she didn't want to respond to him, maggie couldn't help but to smirk as maddox spoke. yeah he definitely hadn't changed much. he was still the maddox she'd been attracted enough to to sleep with on more than one occasion. sure enough if she didn't find reason enough to stay away from him it would happen again. that wasn't what she needed, it was what she wanted, but surely not what she needed. athena's annoying grating voice and attitude was enough of a reason to make maggie's priorities settle back into place. maggie slipped into one of her stances, the one in which she was a little more confident than most times, as she geared up to respond. "last i heard it was one of those...oh i don't know, free countries. it's a pretty big street athena. why don't you go pout over there if it's a problem. hell you can go stand in front of the cars at the starting point for all i care." maggie waved a finger in the direction behind her as she spoke. jesus if the girl had that much of a headache sticking around she could always go putter around somewhere else. from behind maggie heard a very familiar and particular voice, causing an actual real smile, one that did not include some kind of a sneer or sarcasm, to light up her face. she spun on her heel and threw her arms around widow. "it's about damn time i saw you around this rinky-dink town!" she said, happy to ignore athena, and partly glad for the distraction from maddox.

-----j.r. took his sweet time pushing off his car as he walked back over toward his sister, finally someone he could stand to be around for more than five minutes had walked into the picture. now the night actually had some possibilities. still, maddox's badgering words were enough to drive him insane, sadly enough he couldn't control his temper enough to shrug it off like maggie seemed so accustomed to. nope, if something bothered j.r. it usually tended to show, as it did right now. "ease? yeah sure. the minute you fuck off and find some drunk bastard to rob blind my day will be complete." he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest once more. he was one hundred and ninety pounds of lean muscle and he wasn't afraid to tear this little pipsqueak in half the way he'd wanted to from the moment he'd seen him. there were a few good reasons to hate maddox, and j.r. was quickly adding more and more to the list. 1) he'd stolen from the family and made living with his father to be a total nightmare, 2) he'd slept with his sister, god she deserved so much better than that, 3) he was standing here all smug about it. it rattled him when it shouldn't. that annoyed him more than anything. what he wouldn't do to make this punk ass little shit disappear.

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status • finished
words • 1856
tagged • open
credits • gabz!
maggie • clothes + car
j.r. • clothes + car
listening to • circus - britney spears

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[Wendy "Widow" Hughes]

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I'm the smoke from your fire, I'm that lie you can trust
The REBEL SIRENS ,
I'm the blood you might need, You can't get rid of me
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Widow was never the type of girl who had many friends. She had a select few and they were rare and far in between. I mean, she had Donny as a friend because he seemed to have a soft spot for girls who have a soft spot for him. And she had Izzy, sort of. Isabel liked any and all so perhaps that shouldn't count all that much but.

COMING SOON!!!

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STATUS;; incomplete
TAGGED;; going to quote lainey and say you know who you are
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphics to me
LYRICS;; to Alexz Johnson, rearranged slightly
WORD COUNT;;
CLOTHES;; widow, orion, and liz not clothes but Rion's Car
NOTES;;