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hawthorne-gawain·:

Hawthorne messed nervously at the sleeve of his suit. It was probably the nicest suit he owned. He wasn’t really a dress up kind of guy or a fancy restaurants kind of guy, but he didn’t do charity events half-assed. 

At least the staff had been kind even if he’d felt a little awkward handing the valet his truck keys. “You’d don’t mind?” on his tongue. 

The only thing he knew about the woman he was meeting was that her name was Anastasia which already told him that she probably didn’t grow up on a ranch like he did. 

He walked into the lobby, taking a shaky breath. He was gonna ruin some nice lady’s lovely evening by simply being his unrefined self. Maybe he should just be honest up front about knowing nothing about any of this. 

“Uh, Hawthorne,” he told the host as he stepped inside. “I’m meeting someone.”

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Keeping someone waiting wasn’t something Nastya liked to do. Still, she’d gotten caught up at her actual job finishing paperwork. Walking up to the host she smiled and touched the man’s arm gently. “Me, he’s meeting me. Hi, you must be Hawthorne, I’m Ana.” Nastya looked to the host who showed them to their table. 

“I apologize for being late, I was caught up at the office. I work as a Psychologist.” Nastya smiled keeping up appearances. She couldn’t remember enough about her dinner partner but regardless she needed to be kind. If she really couldn’t use him for anything she’d cross that bridge later.

#Hawthorne Gawain Speak A Little Softer #Hawthorne 1

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alanafcster·:

    scanning the room, alana was relieved upon seeing the bright red hair of the woman who was to be her date for the night. she was a bit flustered, admittedly, after almost being late - but she’d managed to make it, and was relieved about that. trailing after her to the table, she fell silent as she listened to the other woman speak, a nervous - yet kind - smile plastered over her features. “oh, isn’t it the cutest idea?” she said, in agreement about the whole charity prospect. “i mean, i was admittedly a bit worried about having a date with a total creep, but i count myself lucky i got you instead.” pulling out her own chair, she was quick to plop herself down into it, folding her hands politely over her lap. 

at the other woman’s question, she tucked a piece of hair nervously behind her ear. “it’s not anything special,” she promised, “i’m not trading monet or picasso. but it’s nice - i don’t have a single artistic bone in my body, so i’m happy i can still be a part of it somehow.” there was a moment where alana squinted, attempting to gather the information she’d collected about her date beforehand from her scatter-brained subconscious. “you’re a… psychologist? correct?” 

Admittedly Nastya hadn’t even thought about the idea of getting some creep because rigging something in her favor wasn’t hard at all. And knowing the local art dealer was always a good idea. “You are so right, I hadn’t even thought of that.” Knowing an art dealer when your two partners dealt in art was especially good, Nastya wasn’t going to ruin her chances.

“Yes,” Nastya nodded a soft smile on her face trying to ease the other into being more comfortable. “I wanted to help people and that was the best way I knew how.” That was what she told everyone. Only a particular few knew that she studied psychology specifically to learn how to manipulate others. Everyone trusted their Psychologist, because why would someone who was meant to help you hurt you.

#Alana 1 #Alana Foster Dancing On Your Own #//not me fucking up your tag on accident sorry!!

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fane-oh·:

Fane laughed softly. “Good on ya,” he said with a smile. “I, however, never learned how to drive, don’t have a license, and honestly, don’t have much of a need to. I’m a city kid at heart.” Stopping at the table, Fane fished out his wallet, getting out the cash for her drink before stowing his wallet back in his pocket. “I work at a concert venue, managing events, that sort of thing.”

“How do you not drive,” Nastya smiled and laughed softly. “I like the cold as much as anyone else but sometimes driving is just, better.” Having spent most her life in Russia she was aware of how cold it could be and the snow made walking difficult. Having a car just made things better. “Must be fun,” Nastya commented taking a sip of her drink. Organizing things was something she was good at and to her those who organized events were the worse. They could protect themselves from people like her but more often they not they didn’t. She was just another pretty face to them. “You probably have met some really cool people.”

#Fane O'Fannain This Time Is My Way #Fane 1

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fbisms·:

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Rory wasn’t the type to be too proud to ask for help, he was proud for just about anything else but not this. He knew when he was way too over his head and this was that instance. Granted he wasn’t sure why he thought Nat would know, maybe something in him just knew she’d be more helpful if he came to her than if one of his partners came to knock on her door. Rory wasn’t stupid, he may let things slide sometimes but he wasn’t a fool. He knew a lion’s den when he saw one but even that that didn’t deter him from stepping foot inside it.

Nat and his relationship was at best the least awkward of his conquests. At least he was able to be in the same room with her without feeling like he had completely fucked up. Nat was also one of the people he was least likely annoyed by. She fascinated him, like a lion would look fascinating to a deer. To him it couldn’t hurt to have her on his side and for him to be on hers.

He chewed on his gum as he waited for the redhead to make her appearance. With his feet situated on the stool his eyes scanned the room, a force of habit. The fact he knew she would probably think he was stalking her made him laugh to himself. After a while of him idly staring at people coming in and out of the establishment he was starting to think if she even got his note.

Anastasia debated even coming. When she found the note she debated relocating again, but even that would throw off the perfect life she was faking. There was a bigger score here and she wasn’t planning on backing away from it, not when it had basically been handed to her. Still she made Rory wait as she decided if she was going to actually show up. Honestly if the man didn’t look so out of place she would have just stayed away. Still, she took pity on him, and walked over crossing her arms. 

Waiting a moment as she looked him over. Nothing good could come of this and yet here she was making bad decisions. She sighed and shook her head. “I almost didn’t come. And for the record leaving a note at my job is not how you gain my attention.” Telling him she was only doing good things would end in two ways, but still she had to keep to the script.

“What do you need? Because stalking me, not cute.” 

#Rory Aguilera My Dark Side #Rory 2

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@carter-jm-collingswood​

Usually Anastasia could keep her cool no matter what the situation was but this was an all hands on deck type of fuck up. She’d called Carter and told him to come over to her house and was now waiting for him. The true goal hadn’t been completely fucked but it was going to get a lot harder now. Nastya truly did hate the police, they never did anything of value. 

The moment she heard a knock on the door she quickly looked to see who it was. Never be too cautious, then she opened the door only after seeing it was carter. Quickly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him in. “We’ve got a problem.” Nastya started as she walked into her kitchen. 

“Wine?” She offered as she poured herself a glass. “I’m sure you both know the FBI is in town. I think it’s a bit more complicated though. The FBI agent knows all of us. We are going to change tactics. Settle, become apart of the community, join the fucking neighborhood watch. Because even though we can, the goal is to not have to leave after this job. I want us to be that good.”

#Carter Collingswood The End Has Arrived #Carter 1

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bennigxns·:

Xander wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead as he headed over to the bar to get more drinks for the table and didn’t expect to be dragged into a conversation not intended for him. Instead of making it known he had no idea who the other was he smiled and nudged her shoulders like they were friends. “Make that 4 drinks. We got some thirsty friends. Thanks bud.” He made sure to sound friendly as ever but not overly as to let the other think he could squeeze between and try his shot again. “Totally gonna enjoy taking this free drink and making a complete fool of myself out on the dance floor. You are more than welcomed to come join the fun. I can’t promise you won’t be embarrassed though.”

Nastya grinned watching the other leave to go and get those drinks. “Glad I could help, and thanks for helping me.” Now that she didn’t have some stalker she could relax and being with a group was definitely preferable. “I’d love to join, although I won’t be making a fool of myself.” She gave a grin as she watched the other. “I will probably be embarrassed but maybe I can help you out a bit. And who really cares as long as you are having fun right?” Having fun was the main reason Nastya did everything she did, being bad and having fun went hand in hand most of the time.XANDER BENNIGAN

#Xander Bennigan Bother Somebody Else #Xander 1

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@alanafcster​

Going to a dinner with an art dealer sounded like the perfect outing. Nastya made sure to put on a nice outfit and get a table at a very nice restaurant. She’d gotten there early as a way to make sure their table had a good view. When the redhead finally saw Alana she smiled at her and waved calling her over. “The charity really was a wonderful idea and now I get to spend dinner with you. Oh I also got us the best table.” Nastya sat down making sure to take the seat not in front of the window, old habits died hard. “You’re an art dealer right? that must be so interesting.”

#Alana 1 #Alana Foster Dancing On Your Own

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fane-oh·:

Fane shook his head. He’d left his cards at home with Sutton. “Nope,” he said aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. “Removing temptation, I guess. You ever try to get home on a city bus drunk as a skunk? It ain’t pretty.” He’d done it a few times during his college years and regretted it every time. “I’ll gladly buy you that drink, though. No reason for you to suffer cause I hate being drunk on the bus.” He gestured vaguely towards the bar. “Might be easier if you walk forwards, but if you insist on walking backwards, I’ll try'n catch you again.”

Nastya gave him a judgmental look as she snorted. “No, I earned my license and use it fully. It was only so long ago that women weren’t allowed to drive, and in other countries they still can’t drive.” Nastya pointed out stopping her walking as they reached a table. “You really came just for the music? What is it you do then Music man?”

#Fane O'Fannain This Time Is My Way #Fane 1

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T͎A͎S͎K͎ ͎O͎N͎E͎: Inside The Muse’s World.

Triggers: Mentions of Weapons

What their apartment/house looks like. You can show us the inside and outside, just the outside, or just the inside.

Anastasia’s house takes aspects from Russia that she never forgot, the big piece being the ornate flower molding that lined the ceilings. In reality the design is very Parisian with the modern twist she puts on her furniture. 

What are their hobbies? Tell us what your muse likes to do on the daily when they have some free time. Do they read? Do they make crafts or paint?

Dancing, only when she has the time but she tends to do informal dances while listening to music. drawing, 

Do they have any pets? Tell us what kind of pets and how’d they come to acquire such a pet. How long have they had them?

No. Although Nastya has entertained the idea of having a pet she hasn’t ever felt it was the right time to have Pets given her lifestyle. If she did get any pet she’d mostly have a dog, or a giant rabbit.

Favorite thing they own. Show us the wackiest, scariest, silliest, etc. little thing that they have in their home. How did they get that? Why did they get get it?

Nastya doesn’t really have a lot of favorite things. In her mind almost everything can be replaced. She does however have a go bag and will make sure she doesn’t leave with out her favorite gun and jewelry that her family has given her over the years.

Show us whatever you want in your characters’ lives. We want this to be something that you could be share with another whose character may share the same thing!

Something that others might have is a “go bag” which is basically just her bag that is always packed that she can grab and leave somewhere at a moments notice. Hers is hidden but is always with her just in case she needs to leave or needs something asap.

#Sit The Fuck Down Nastya Tasks #Dev.Task #task one

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fbisms·:

“The worst kind.” What else could he say about the male species. They sucked and he wasn’t gonna argue that. He looked over to the red head not wanting to be rude but also working on his own assignment. If he was civilian Rory he probably would have been a little bit nicer and a lot more relaxed. He noted the body language and that tipped him off slightly to become more aware of the presence. Usually people who had something to fear gave off these exact vibes he was picking up but he wasn’t going to focus on that now. Most people just were like that. “Pleasure Ana. Rory. My mom wanted a girl. Clearly.” He chuckled hoping to release some of the tension in the air he was feeling himself. “I gotta say you handled that better than most people. I saw that guy get sucker punched by a blonde for doing what he was trying to do to you.”

Nastya gave a smile, “I like it. Rory is different from every Paul, James, and Steve around.” Being told that you hadn’t been given up verses actually finding out you hadn’t were two different things. Now that she knew he wasn’t aware of who she was she could relax, and that’s exactly what she did. Putting on a relaxed state and then mirroring him was easy, her smile dropped for a moment before she smiled at him again. This was a trick she knew made other people feel more at ease. “Oh I don’t like fighting. I actually try to avoid it at all costs, I guess that’s probably why I am a Psychologist.” Nastya knew she was playing a dangerous game giving out her profession, but she was willing to take the risk. If she succeeded she’d have an FBI agent who thought of her as a friend. “I’m just talking about myself, sorry, I should be asking what you do Rory.”

#Rory Aguilera My Dark Side #Rory 1

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@casey-n-callaghan

@carter-jm-collingswood

#.:｡❖ ⋅ ❅ — Musings ⤳ I stole the show #You Hold The Line Carter & Casey

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fane-oh·:

Fane nodded. He could only imagine how it might be for a woman in a place like this. Probably how he felt whenever he took Sutton to something for school and all their friends’ moms’ wouldn’t stop looking at him. “Fane,” he said with a smile, moving to catch Ana as she fell. “Careful. You know, I can follow you just fine if you walked forward.” Fane helped her back onto her feet and smiled. “I would like that, but I didn’t come with much drink money. I’m just here for the music, honestly. I got my bus fare home and maybe enough to buy you one drink. I find the beat inspiring. It’s steady, ya know? Each song has a pulse all its own.” He stopped himself from continuing. Ana didn’t need to hear Fane’s nervous music babble.

She laughed softly and smiled, “walking forward wouldn’t nearly be as fun though.” Although most of the people she knew would automatically take that as a get out of dodge situation. Nastya was different she was more interested in building connections, then she could get to bigger and better things. After all, it was all about who you knew. “You seriously didn’t come with anything but that? wow, one in a million. I know what you mean though, the music, they always have different meanings and give life of their own.”

#Fane O'Fannain This Time Is My Way #Fane 1

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fbisms·:

Rory hated the scene as the kids called it nowadays. Almost as much as he did when he got an assignment that involved him having to deal with belligerent drunks. But work had him on duty and this was where he was scouting out the potential threat. He was distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t realize there was someone beside him and caught the last bit of said person’s polite rejection. Slowly he turned his head and smiled at the voice that now he saw belonged to the red head. “Whiskey neat.” Rory responded without hesitation and kept eye contact with the other until he gave up. “You alright? At least the drink will be free.” He tried to make light of the situation.

It wasn’t every day that Nastya found herself nervous before she did something bad, but accidentally picking up a fed definitely counted in that. At least she knew how to keep her cool and how to act unlike her boys. “Yeah, he was just, really persistent.” She gave a laugh rolling her eyes acting as if it were an inconvenience, this way her nervousness would look like annoyance. “But you are right, at least the drinks are free. I’m Ana, what’s your name?” Nastya’s brain was already taking stock of every exit. Then she gave a coy smile looking him over, acting as if she were checking him out instead of looking to see if he currently had a weapon on him.

#Rory Aguilera My Dark Side #Rory 1 #//hi! I'm Zero Nastya is good friends with Casey and Carter lol we should plot

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fane-oh·:

Fane wasn’t exactly the clubbing type. But he’d found recently that the steady base from the speakers resonated with him and into his own music in a way that he couldn’t ignore. Fane had even thought about giving the whole DJ thing a try, although that hadn’t gone much past idle musings of his wandering mind. 

When the woman next to him turned and smiled at him, Fane blinked. He looked from the woman to the stranger and decided to go with it. “A drink sounds pretty great, actually,” he agreed, smiling as he stepped just a little closer to the woman. Her response to the man said that she could handle herself, but Fane also knew that by way of being a man, he could easily be a dissuading presence. He waited to see the other man’s response, watched the man’s eyes go from Fane to the woman and back again, before deciding it wasn’t worth it and slipping off to harass some other beautiful woman. Fane stepped back and smiled. “That happen to you a lot?” he asked, giving the redhead a warm, friendly smile.

Anastasia smiled looking over the other, now this was someone who exactly comfortable in this type of setting. “More than I’d like admit,” she gave a small laugh brushing her hair out of her face. Giving a small smile she motioned for him to follow and started walking backwards to the wall. “I’m Ana, what’s your name?” It was almost too easy to fall into bad habits as she faked a trip and fell into his chest giving another laugh. “Sorry, walking backwards in heels, do not recommend. Maybe I can buy you another drink, and then you can buy me another drink?”

#Fane O'Fannain This Time Is My Way #Fane 1 #flashing tw

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Going out and partying was always fun and it was always a good way to blend into a crowd at the same time. Of course when people overstepped their boundaries Nastya always felt the need to put them on the spot. Which is exactly what she was going to do to the guy who’d just felt like he could dance with her. “Hi, I’m not interested in dancing anymore,” she kept her tone light adding a bit of a giggle. “But, you know what you can do for me? How about you buy me and my friend,” Nastya smiled to the person next to her, “a drink?”

#dev.start #//open starter either the guy or the person your choice!

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Anastasia Prokopow INFORMATION

(Alina Kovalenko, twenty-nine, cis female, she/her ) ANASTASIA PROKOPOW! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been here for 2 WEEKS, working as a PSYCHOLOGIST, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said you're very FLIRTATIOUS, CONFIDENT, and APATHETIC. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of KNIVES IN THE MIDDLE OF FLOWERS, DRESSES WITH FURS, FEMME FATAL and LILITH by ELLISE. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you better. ( zero, pst, 21+, she/her/they/them )

Basic Information

Full Name: Anastasia Prokopow

Nicknames: Nastya, Ana

Preferred Name: Anastasia, Ana

Birthday: August 22nd

Age: 29

Zodiac: Leo sun, Cancer rising, Gemini moon

Gender: female

Pronouns: She/Her

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Psychologist

BACKGROUND:

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

PHYSICAL:

Face Claim: Alina Kovalenko

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Red

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 132 lbs

Dominant hand: Right

Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: none

RELATIONSHIPS:

Ex-Significant Other(s): None

Current Significant Other: N/A

BACKSTORY:

TW: slight mention of death, slight mention of sexual harrassment, mentions of stealing

Anastasia is the youngest of her family and because of that the most protected. Her family’s business was always a mystery to her even when she would get taken on business trips with her father. It was soon after that Anastasia learned that her family’s business wasn’t always very legal. Even though the family was different from most families  and business was far different than most family businesses, Anastasia wanted to learn. She became excellent at talking to people and learning how to get them to admit things to her which would help business even more. 

Viktor, her father, always wanted her to get a good education and provided her with just that. Anastasia went to private schools and then instead of going to school in Russia to continue the family business in Moscow she decided to go to school in New York and study Psychology. As she was in New York she stayed with distant family members and helped business there before catching a bit too much heat by having to knock off someone who got a little too handsy. Her family didn’t mind it and thought it was the right decision especially since the man had been stealing. But, the other man’s friends felt different, this meant she needed to disappear. For their safety not her own.

Deciding to go to Denver was completely tactical and Anastasia used her degree in psychology  once again to make sure people didn’t suspect her of anything. Because who wouldn’t trust her?

Skills and Abilities:

Talents: Dancer, artist, public speaking

Drive?: Yes

Jump-Start a car?: Yes

Change a Flat Tire?: Yes

Ride a Bicycle?: Yes.

Swim?: Yes

Play an Instrument?: Yes piano

Play Chess?: Yes

Tie a Tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: Yes

Favorite Things:

Activity: Talking with people

Beverage: Kompot

Book: Crime and Punishment

Food: Beef Stroganoff

Movie: Dracula Untold

Sport: Ice Skating, Hockey, Football (Soccer)

#dev.intro

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