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               @clemencetaught sent :

“Have you been reading the tabloids lately?” He asks her rather nonchalantly while flipping to the next page of his book. As usual, they’re sharing the same train car on the journey over to the Capitol. “They think we’re dating. Oh, and apparently you have a thing for bald men.” A glimmer of amusement flashes through his eyes. “Shall I tell them anything else? Worst comes to worst, we can always tell them that your preferences also include men who wear socks with sandals.” ( and last but not least, devrick in the thg verse <3 <3 <3 okie that's all i got for now lynnie, but i'll be back with more :D HAVE A GOOD ONE IN THE MEANWHILE <3 <3 <3 )

"Wait wait wait what- Already?" In a sharp move she puts her own book down and catches one of the tabloids placed on a pile she hasn't touched. Devora never reads any of these even after being advised multiple times to care about the public opinion. Him and her : dating? It has been discussed with the public relations team quickly after her victory : how to metamorphose her image from a bloody heartless soldier to an example for the young women in Panem. Having the 54th victor as a boyfriend appeared as the beginning of a strong strategy, an entire lore to give a better image to the games outcomes as well. Their public appearances as a "couple" has been discussed however Devora was not expecting the team to already make the move without her agreement. As a victor she has privileges but isn't quite in charge of everything she would want to be ... Yet. Two weeks ago, she has finally confessed her feelings to Aeri... What an unfair timing. Devora did not have the time to break the news of this fake couple strategy to her newly girlfriend before Aeri reads it all in PanemHotGoss - or whatever the magazines names are. She has to call her, later, when she's alone. Flipping the pages, Devora's annoyance couldn't be hidden, her features twisting in unease. "The first public appearance of the most coveted victors couple is spectulated to take place at the Capitol's Annual Autumn Ball. Ew. Fucking hell." Devora comments in disgust before looking at Patrick above the pages she's holding. "Don't get me wrong. You are ... adequate." She speaks to reassure him : it isn't the idea of being together with him that digusts her that much but the article itself. Devora's delivery of compliments also needs a little more of polishing. "I just do not like the angle they are using to make me more... What word did the PR team used - Relatable? I Am a fighter, I'm a soldier, I'm not some pretty bubbly tabloids girlfriend. If I have to stand as an example for my District, that is Not the example I want to give... Do I even have a choice." An heavy sigh. It will take years for her to forge her image and responsabilities the way she desires to. Thankfully Patrick is here to help her cool off, he makes her laugh too, which she appreciates. One silly line about bold men. "Fuck they really said that?" And his add on about socks in sandals, this one makes her laugh out loud. "Shut up." Devora speaks in an amused tone of course as she is still laughing. Her laughter trails off a bit as she marks a pause, her eyes still down on the pages, pensive. The tabloids said it "men ; Patrick said it too, "men". She breathes in. "I hm. I don't like men." Devora blurts not truly looking at him in the eye. He might be the first person she admits that to - first, it isn''t her type to open up about her privacy and secondly, the Capitol would never accept it. It must all remain a secret. Patrick, he understands right? Devora believes he does. They are friends now too, aren't they.

#鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / the eagle. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / verse ; for glory. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / interactions. #I love young Devora and young Patrick #I think Devora has always been rough around the edge but veery much when she was young #Like tomboyish and swearing all the time and short with words #She learns how to be more of a lady when aging and to control her mouth #Even if she will always have temper #Thankfull as she grows she is more heard too and position herself as a decision maker

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               @clemencetaught sent :

“I’ll be taking that.” Stepping out of the shadows, the Black Knight motions to the file in the CEO’s hand. Sure, he could leave this case to her; it’s not like she’d let the facts get twisted anymore than they already have been, but when has doing things the ‘right’ way gotten the people anywhere? At this point, there’s no reason to place faith in the system. He pops his rapier out of its sheath. “Better off not poking your nose into this one, Devora Song.” ( annnd now i'm coming from patrick's blog for devrick in her modern verse....time for an✨ alliance ✨ )

The folder is snapped out of her fingers. How rude. The man facing her in the shadows is unexpected : the Black Knight, at such a place, at such a time of the night, he must be keeping an eye on her. The alley is dark and empty, only the distant noise of the cars and sirens echoing in the heart of the city. It causes Devora to shove her hands down her trench coat, eyebrow raised in skepticism, lip bitten in annoyance. "Haven't your mother taught you it's impolite to take what is not yours?" Devora understands however, the importance of what she has freshly gotten her hands on, a marvelous story incoming for the Chosun Ilbo, a highlight in her career if only he would just give it back. "Quite Naive of you to believe this might be my only copy or that I did not memorize every single line - just in the case - to make sure I will be the one to break the story. " Of course she is bluffing but her outstanding confidence, cunt and refusal to jump and snatch the folder back might do the trick. Negociations. "You do realize it's only a matter of time before the ratchet news grab the crumbs that are already out there and twist it all into a dumpster mess of misunformation and twisted facts. It will come out, better be in the Ilbo don't you think. My team and I have proved our integrity before - I would have thought after our many encounters you know would we do it Right. Leave it to me and I give you my word."

#鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / the eagle. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / verse ; seoul's elite. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / interactions. #I LOVE THEM #DEVRICK KICK ASS BADASS DUO NO MATTER THE VERSE JUST LOOK AT THEM; #That's go Gotham coded I just imagine them in the city at night in the cold in a dark alley I See IT #Also thank you for sending me all these asks they give me LIFE I'm excited whenever I reply to them all hehehehhee

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  devora, portraits.

#鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / the eagle. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / visuals.

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  devora's wardrobe:   Miss Song.

#鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / the eagle. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / visuals.

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Château de Versailles

Versailles, France, 27 VIII 2023

#鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / the eagle. #鹰 : 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐚 / inspiration.

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There is something intense, chaotic, prone to defy the rules that has always ran under her skin. It’s forbidden, what they are doing, which makes it feel good, and precious enough to protect in a way. Every now and then, cases are put on top of the pile at the presinct, one having to involve a japanese national - it is him she expects to see, him that she recommands and requests. From the office down to the warmth of her sheets, his presence becomes one she wants. The origins of their affair is as clear as it is blurred in her head : a drunken night, an attraction they couldn’t deny, the morning after of her wearing his shirt in the kitchen, a cup of coffee shared, a talk, a 'this won't happen again" kind of broken promise. It’s the tenderness perhaps, the one he gives to her when he kisses her skin that makes her want to remain in his arms a little longer each time, a tenderness she lacks in her usual loneliness. His fingers are entangled in her hair as she discreetly smiles against his lips. Her who usually is so sharp and merciless, her who is known for the sterness and the noir of her days and nights - she abandons herself to the secrecy of this intimacy, here, bare, her skin vulnerable, her tattoos revealed on her shoulders and collarbones, black ink on a pearl skin, the messy of her hair down the linen covered pillows. He checks his phone, her eyes following his gestures. Deep down she doesn't mind lying bare with him, revealing sides of her self she usually wouldn't, thinking... It doesn't matter, he's half here, half gone. They have no future, do them? Strangely, it's easier to let go when you think this way. “Don’t get me wrong, I would love one bloody unsolvable thursday night homicide at the other side of the city you know they're my favorites but mmm I like this more.” Mara says on her usual quite joking tone, the tip of he finger drawing circle against his torso as she lays in her arms. “Do you like it better, when I talk to you like that?” She speaks on a quite humorous, teasing tone as on the field she does speak a little more authoritarian there - first it's in her personality to do so, second they had to keep the charade she just couldn't call him by his first name with colleagues around. The softness of her breathing is intensifying as his hands are exploring her body. She likes his hands, a lot. Her own cascading down his shoulders, her fingers tracing against the muscle of his arm and her eyes on his. He smells nice, a cologne scent that has been washed out through the day and found its place on her skin too. He looks at her with need, with this attention that is oh so focused on her. It is rare for Mara, to be looked at like the woman she is, to be cared for, to be made love. Being a woman in the force is difficult, living the life she does, of secrets and lies and corruption is difficult, there is no way Lim Maritza can even soften nor expose too much of her femininity if she wishes to establish herself, to be taken seriously - though, here in her apartment, with him, she learns how to. “Well well well? What is is this, you don't want to go anymore? Are you getting lazy on the field, Detective?" She is teasing of course, that cunning smile on her lips followed with a slow chuckle, it matches the natural mischief in her eye. It is true Hierarchy does go easy on Mara. She has her ways of pressuring and blackmailing, little things he doesn't see when he's away back to Japan, quite a fox she is. It's not her intention for Daisuke to have to take care of it all however, plus she is getting selfish in wanting to keep him here all night. "Yeah I'm on duty tomorrow, fuck." She pesters. "You know what. Just turn that off, kiss me and touch me again and then we fall asleep just like that. If anything, Park's gonna take care of it yeah?" Mara says, her fingers grabbing his chin, leaning in, her lips seeking for his, a slow kiss as indeed, the phones are off now. "Mmm how about that? Wanna stay with me and not go anywhere for the entire night?" A smile on her lips as she kisses him again. How to say no to that.

#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / the chameleon. #螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / interaction. #RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLE I LOVE THEM #Ughh they're gorgeous together #Daisuke phew what a man you are #Mara is so soft here because he LOOKS AT HER HE TOUCHES HER she's like Man I'm feeling like a Woman #Also rubs hands together can't wait for them to wake up tomorrow and get reprimended hehehehehehe

[geaesaekki]

  Maritza, and "don't say my name."

Maritza Lim Guerrero is her legal name. Her journey began in the vibrant city of San Juan, where she was born to a Puerto Rican father and a Korean mother. Growing up in a household of mild influence, her father was part of a powerful cartel in the city, provided them with a comfortable social status. However, all it came crashing down when Maritza was a teen. As her father tried to run away with the cartel money and without his family, he got stopped, beaten up to almost death. Her home became a place of fear and violence as Maritza's father, burdened by his own failures, turned abusive towards both her mother and her. Drinking most of the time, blaming the two women for his pathetic fail. They were constantly in danger, now that her father was indebted to the cartel. In a desperate attempt for safety, Maritza's mother decided to escape his grip. One night, she woke Maritza up, with little money, enough for plane planes, straight toof Seoul, South Korea to live with Maritza's maternal grandparents .In this foreign land, Maritza had to adapt, which happened to be difficult for her as her maternal grandparents weren't the ideal deal either, constantly looking down on Maritza's mother life choices, and by extension looking down on Maritza as well. It was better than the streets. Not only did she adapt to a new culture, but she also got rid of the name given to her by her troubled past. She wants to be called Mara.

#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / the chameleon. #螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / headcanons.

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  maritza, crimson.

#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / the chameleon. #螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / visuals.

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Her eyes remain on the screen between her hands, the cigarette in the other is still burning as she takes a nervous hit from it. In this world, the life of a working girl means less than a medium sized pile of cash, Selena had to learn that the hard way. Countless times one of them could have been used, abused, killed at the Red Line – they had to have each other’s backs, to watch out for the dangerous clients and for the suspicious deals, they would sleep at each other’s places or cheap shared motel rooms when it wasn’t safe to go on a night with this or that man. Is Selena responsible for not keeping an eye on Hannah? There is a feeling of guilt intensifying the more she replays the last few days in her head. “That’s what we try to do yeah. We stay vigilant, we don’t let our guards down... Nobody is looking after us around here besides ourselves, you know? It's like, what more can we do? We're never going to be entirely safe. In this shitty world, who even cares if we live or die.” Kitty does seem to care. It doesn’t matter if it’s simply out of doing what the yakuza told him to do for business, unaware of the truth behind his actions, in any case, to Selena, it means something. “You want them back… Your girls?" A frown intensifies on her features. "Do you mean, they're gone, too?” A heavy sight is escaping from her lips as more and more, her preoccupation about her friend escalates. “Fuck. Ok, Alright. I wanna help.” The girl says with a firm nod, her back now lifted from the wall she is resting against. “I don’t know about weird guys, that's all we have here, even well dressed in a suit, they're all freaks." Comments Selena, throwing her cigarette down, crushing it with her platform heel. "I have an idea... Let's go through her stuff. I got a spare key to her locker, it's nothing but clothes in there but sometimes she stashes presents and stuff she doesn't want her crazy stalking ex to find at her apartement, if a client took her away maybe he gave her nice things she was hiding there you know?" It's a good hypothesis, a small way to start but it could be something. A man passes by Selena and Kitty, a quite drunken one in the alleys as he starts cat calling the two out. "HEY. HOW MUCH FOR YOU BOTH?" She shouts like the pig he is. Selena starts walking past him, rolling her eyes. "Shut up Steve." She exclaims with disgust flashing a middle finger without even looking at him, her eyes direct to Kitty by her side. "Ugh, Americans. This way, follow me." She adds as in a few steps, they open the door from behind the Red Line club. Their next stop : the girls locker room.

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / interactions. #Man I love investigation threads

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"Tsk. Right it's business only with you." Answers Selena on a snarky tone and a smirk on, as she takes another hit on her cigarette. "Your Kingdom? I see, I see, Yakuza Daddy already giving you he keys or what?" Teasing, she throws her pack for him to catch, the lighter's inside. Right now, Selena is on break time, in her little black dress, her back against the wall as some patrons walk by in the alleyway under their eyes. Her interest is held however as soon as Kitty mentions missing girls, an intrigued expression on. "Hold on I thought it was just one girl from the Silver... There is more?"

All the working girls in the area, they know each other despite not all working at the same club, they care for one another, and of course worry when some of them get harmed or in this case, targeted. "There is nothing weird going on at the Red Line but," The Red Line, the club she currently works at. "I haven't heard from Hannah in a few days now. I mean she always ghosts one day or two when she gets herself a fancy client promising to take her to the Bahamas. Do you think she's.. gone or something?" One of her oldest friends Hannah here in the neighborhood. Quite immediatly, Selena grabs her phone, scrolling down her conversation with Hannah, the messages aren't even seen or read and well, it's been 5 days. "Fuck this is unusual, even for her. I'm going to try and call her again. What's the situation at the Octogon, are the girls safe?"

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / interactions. #Funny enough the missing girl plot I took it from Catwoman and Selena right here is inspired by Catwoman so it's a full circle

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James Berkeley

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"And what was I supposed to say to you? Sorry we can't be together I fuck for a living?" Her words come with a frustrated, sarcastic, angered scoff. Angry at herself. The life she lives does not allow her to date, to fall in love, she took a risk with him. "I know I shouldn't have left without a word, yet it seemed less painful that the eyes you would have landed on me if you knew."

               open starter.

to: m. idea: selena is an escort girl. your muse and her could have been something, she wanted to, they tried and she disappear. she can't date with her lifestyle.

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / interactions. #open starter #indie open starter #crime rp #indie crime rp #kdrama rp #krp oc #krp ad #oc krp #open indie starter

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'You're spending a suspicious amount of time hanging out in this dirty neighborhood these days hun." Her cigarette travels in and out, she expires, the smoke escaping out from her mouth. "Are you worried about me? That's sweet." A smile is showing behind her fingers. "But I'm not made of sugar, you know."

               open starter.

to: m / f. idea: selena is an escort girl. the envionment she evolves in, the night life, comes with its dangers. a word is around : many escort girls have been missing in the neighborhood these days, maybe your muse is worried about her.

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / interactions. #open starter #indie open #rp indie #open starter indie #rp indie crime #oc rp kdrama rp #krp oc #krp ad #oc krp #indie open starter

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DOONA! (2023) ★ ↳ Episode 01

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / visuals.

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 selena, pure skin.

#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / interactions.

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#貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / the feline. #貓 : 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 / inspiration.

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Few people to none know of this place. Quite the gangster pit, a hole with international dealers, smugglers and dirty cops cutting deals with them, she is one of the latter. As soon as someone get by the door, it is automatically assumed it's a regular, and for a shady business transaction. The cave is filled with smoke and the smell of booze, poker cards and powder down the wood tables. The man standing by the door, right in front of Mara does not want her money he says. "Oh yeah?" She questions, skepetical, eyebrow raised above her eye. Again she has never seen his face here before, what else if not a snooping suspicious individual. As soon as the other reaches outfor his pocket, Mara places down her hand on her belt where her glock is. "Easy." She says as he moves slowly, displaying a ring. Huh. Now that's unexpected yet... plausible. In any case, she would rather go with it than create an unecessary scene - not now at lease. "A good samaritan you are then? Finding expensive shit and returning it to this pit of snakes instead of selling in the streets? Alright." Speaks Mara, giving a head move to the henchmen by the door to let the stranger walk by. Entering by the den Mara then calls. "Any of you dingdongs have lost their ring? Peter Pan over here has it." Several tables with them all turning their heads towards the call, each group has either a poker game or a money exchange going down. "Go ahead, return it." Speaks Mara with a smirk on her lips. "You can even stay for a drink and a game. People here are thankful for non-stealers, that's how we show gratitude." She adds, walking to sit back down at the table she was at, resuming her game, yet keeping an eye on his actions.

#螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / the chameleon. #螈 : 𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚 / headcanons. #I AM INTRIGUED #He seems to have some agenda so I'm like intrigueddd #What is Julien up to #I went with this setting I hope it works with what you had in mind or more or less hehehe