MITCHELL DAVIS
Shapeshifter
Posts: 63
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 23, 2024 18:07:47 GMT
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Jul 11, 2021 18:08:23 GMT
He’d never been the fastest guy on the team. Long legs could eat up ground, sure, but when they were carrying the bulk of a six-five frame above that fast, explosive power held a sluggish end. He was the one barrelling into situations a hair’s breadth behind the others. The power in the rear, usually the last one out anyway. Now he didn’t have to worry about watching anyone’s back on the way out. Just his own and his gradually slowing ass.
Mitch hissed out a breath, trying to get back into the rhythm of his run. Some of the guys who’d stayed in touch had taking turns riling him about it. ’You get out, you slow down. Shit, is that a paunch? Hey, Iz, come look, Ranga’s getting himself an honest to God paunch. Suck it in soldier, it’s undignified.’ The snorts had rolled out of the video until he’d flipped it around and minutes later the call had gone out, leaving everybody else scrambling and him sprawled there on the sofa, the laptop still propped on the edge of the coffee table. It’d all been a joke, not a damn pound going on since he’d stepped down but that sluggish feeling had remained as he’d flipped the laptop shut and had strode for the bedroom. He needed that routine back, something more active than spending an hour on Google trying to find out just how many people had fled Hungary during the 1956 revolution. Research swallowing him til the sun was most of the way down and another day had slipped past with him barely dragging his head up from that near permanent stoop.
Standing in the kitchen of his apartment he’d focused on the square outside. Sipping from the bottle of beer he’d fetched, watching people moving like ants across that sprawl of grass. Going to and from dinner, dragging kids home from those summer days spent running wild in a town that was supposed to be safe, if you ignored the stories that constantly littered the front pages of the local newspapers and the warnings not to go out into the woods. If you avoided those seedier spots in town too. Mitch’s lips curved faintly, the tick of his tongue over the inner border of his top lip chasing the imaginary taste of tequila and the tart bite of a morning after. There’d been no one there to witness his walk of shame in the early hours, although Sadie had shot him a look just a couple of hours later when he’d made it to their little meet up looking satisfied if not a little worse for wear.
Avoiding a glance at the club, he’d turned away, carrying the half drunk bottle with him as he’d headed for the bedroom to get changed. A run, something to make him feel like maybe he there was still gas in the tank.
Eight miles in and maybe he was starting to feel a little like he was getting close to there just being fumes in the tank. Izzy and his fucking mouth. Dude knew what he’d been doing and how it’d get under his skin. He was probably back at the base now, a little grimy from whatever had set them all running, but laughing his damn ass off about the whole thing all the same. Mitch sucked a breath in, feeling the jar in his knees as he went from the cushion of last fall’s pine needles, dry and brittle now after summer had really started to warm up. After a shower he’d send a complimentary screw you to the guys, with a snapshot of the readout from the smartwatch on his wrist. Not a single blip after 150 on the heart monitor, challenge set assholes.
The assholes who pulled this off every day of the week without the benefit of what his family has passed down for generations. Mitch glanced at himself in the mirrored front of a store as he hit the street that led straight to the square, winced at the hitch in his stride before his hazel eyes ticked up to the hair that was still tinged a rusty red from the other night. The club, the blonde, the exercise that hadn’t left him winded for too long. His lips curved, a hint of smug to the expression that had a dark haired guy who slipped out of the hotel that’d opened up about a year back nodding to him, something just as smug on his face. Guys knew and without venom they gave you the nod for that stuff. Women on the other hand …
He saw her in the next doorway down as he approached. The blonde hair catching his eye for a moment, making him slow his pace as he squinted at her. Not the blonde. Built on a different scale, with something colder maybe in the gaze being aimed at him … no … Match turned as he hit a walk, glancing over his shoulder to see the guy getting into a car on the street. Not him. He lifted a hand as he turned back, knuckling the sweat away from his mouth and then his eyes. ”I shouldn’t ask …” he started, sucking in a hissed breath through gritted teeth. He grimaced faintly, looking back at her and then tilting his head towards the street. ”Do I really wanna ask, or should I chalk this up to some really bad ass spy shit?” Probably not the tone to take with a woman who didn’t exactly look happy. Easy enough to laugh off if he had to though, hands coming up with fingers spread if necessary. That charming explanation about writing that shit for a living ready to trip off his tongue if need be.
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LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
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Post by LEAH SIVAN on Jul 14, 2021 14:17:50 GMT
Remzi fucking Durmaz. The vampire was like a thistle. No matter how many times Leah had tried to dig him out he always grew back stronger than before. He’d arrived in Mystic Falls all the way from LA, claiming he was looking for something to help him walking in the sun but obviously he was here to see her. She too had wormed her way in his life, infecting his mind with her manipulation and seduction. Digging her claws in harder than before in an attempt to drag him along with her plan to bring down Grey. Her half-brother wouldn’t stand a chance against her and Remzi. The unstoppable duo who wouldn’t stop until they had blood on their hands. There was no chance of seeing Remzi leaving the hotel though with the ball of fire still up in the sky and nothing on his finger to save him from imminent death. However, alongside Remzi and scraping souls from the earth Leah had become preoccupied, pushing her revenge mission aside but now she was back to being focused on the job in hand. Killing Grey and anyone who stood in his way. Surprisingly she hadn’t heard from him since bumping into Destiny in the park. Either Destiny hadn’t done her job properly or Grey too was planning something, which is why the reaper was aiming to keep a close eye on him. She didn’t need to dress the part to spy on Grey with the ability to disappear from the naked eye instantly, but it was fun to dress up. With a figure hugging black dress and lace up boots she looked like she was about to go on a night out rather than a stake out. Lingering outside the hotel in a doorway nearby, she waited patiently for Grey to leave, potentially with Destiny tow. She was trying to get a feel of his day to day schedule. Was there anywhere she could find him at a certain time? Did he have a routine of some description? She refused to go in blind as she did the first time round. She was a reaper now though, therefore stronger and equipped with more abilities. A simple touch from her could kill a person. As the weeks ticked by she wondered why she revealed her big return too soon, but it was satisfying watching poor Destiny cry on her cute picnic blanket, with her tasty home-made goods. Admittedly the pir were doing quite well with their lives, with Grey and his hotel and Destiny’s new job at the Mystic Daily (it was hard to miss her name sprawled across the local newspaper). Even if there was any jealousy present Leah sure as hell wouldn’t admit it. After picking up a copy of the Mystic Daily recently, Leah quickly punched Destiny’s name into Google. The internet was a wonderful place to unearth all sorts of secrets and gossip about a person, so it did with Destiny. Her name connected with a man called Tanner who was incarcerated for a long list of crimes. The newspaper articles were somewhat sparse, only mention Destiny’s name a handful of times, but the reaper wasn’t stupid. She put two and two together. This guy was obviously some violent woman beating, and in that moment there was a trace of sympathy for the girl she tried to choke in the park. The sympathy was soon washed away though as Leah toyed with the idea of sending flowers to Destiny, congratulating her on her new job, but signed off from Tanner. However that idea was soon quashed when she realised she didn’t want to part with $20 for the sake of causing a bit of drama in Destiny’s life. Leah felt like she had been standing in that doorway for hours. She glanced down at the watch which lay on her wrist. Fuck it had been hours, ignoring each ring from Death as she stood waiting. Someone else would pick it up if she didn’t. This was more important than someone’s grandmother dying somewhere. This is what she came back to life for. Eventually the door of the hotel swung open and out stepped Grey. Part of her wanted to run up to him like ‘surprise bitch’, but she held back keeping her focus on him. ”I shouldn’t ask …”She dragged her eyes away from Grey to see another male approaching her. She had been too focused on her half-brother that she didn’t even notice the stranger on the sidewalk. She threw a glance at the male before letting her eyes drift past him once more. Back onto Grey. He was getting into a vehicle and driving away. Transportless she was unable to follow him so she looked back at the stranger. “Why do I look bad ass?” She brushed her hair back off her shoulders, her right hand gliding up her leg pulling the fabric of her dress up just a few centimetres before letting it fall again. A smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. The reaper studied the man for a moment. A quick look up and down. Not bad. “I’m just out here enjoying the sun” Another glance up and down, “Am I distracting you from your afternoon run?” MITCHELL DAVIS |
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MITCHELL DAVIS
Shapeshifter
Posts: 63
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 23, 2024 18:07:47 GMT
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Aug 28, 2021 17:18:45 GMT
Schmoozing came with the political territory. Before he’d even been old enough to voice the fact that he had no intention of ending up on some ballot in Fort McMurray he’d been dragged into those events where even the young and reluctant were forced to glad hand. Big smiles, lots of yes sir and yes ma’aming. Did he wanna be like his dad and grandfather one day? Oh sure. The lie told with the beaming smile that left his face aching by the end of the night. It sure as hell put you in good stead when you ended up Private Davis instead of the practically royal Mitchell T. Davis the third of those Davis’. Still, Mitch had never found himself using it the way his dad had.
He didn’t need to change his face to have a woman looking at him twice or bother hiding an instant appreciation behind that mask. Hell, he didn’t have to hide anything at all, except what he knew might get him killed if he used it in the wrong place in a town where the unusual just seemed like fodder for the front page.
There’d been that appreciation there as he’d gone to run past the woman in the dress. That blonde waterfall of hair against the slink of solid black over obvious curves. She shoulda screamed dangerous territory to a man used to marking it out but nine times out of ten he’d plunged right into it in uniform and Mitch felt one rubbery leg sink deep as he’d opened his mouth. Women watching other men – especially a guy like the one who’d emerged from the hotel – an emotional minefield, or at least something that could inflict a painful bite if they felt like it.
Mitch was moving molasses slow after he’d turned to her and let out that query, swiping the sweat from his mouth, chin falling after he’d raised it in the direction of the car that was driving away now. Whoever the guy had been, he was gone and those blue eyes he imagined could flash laser bright under the right circumstances flicked from the car to him. Way to paint a target on his sweaty, heaving more than he’d admit to, chest. His mouth twitched, his head tilting in agreement. ”I asked,” he said, more of an admonishment to himself. Tongue touching his lip, he tasted his own sweat rather than the lingering bitterness of alcohol now. ”Like a Bond villain … in a good way,” he admitted. Like the villain he’d probably make her out to be in his next book, inspiration unashamedly scraped from just about anywhere – as his dad full well knew and hated.
His own hazel eyes drifted up and down her as she brushed her hair back, one hand gliding up that dress in what was obviously a move designed to pull his attention down to the hem of it. Was he gonna disappoint her and not look? Hell no, he mighta been a preacher of ethics when it came to relationships but he wasn’t in one, didn’t have to worry about whether or not even looking constituted cheating right now. ”Very bad ass.” And a liar to boot. Mitch chuckled as she studied him, that laser gaze raking over him like she was picking out where to paint her target. ”And he caught your eye?” he asked, a lift of his chin towards where the car had sat. The guy was long gone anyway. If she wanted to see him again she was gonna have to wait around, carry on hanging around in the doorway … or not.
Peeling his t-shirt away from his stomach with one hand, Mitch flapped the damp fabric back and forth like it’d add a little breeze to the sun. A little less of that sun and he might not’ve been lumbering like a wounded buffalo by the time he got here. At least that was the way his team would’ve seen it. ”Just wrapping it up actually,” he admitted. ”Had my time out there enjoying the sun and uh … getting a sweat on. Not all of us can look cool as cucumbers in this. I was just heading back for a cold drink and a shower.” Sweat dripped from his chin as he dropped his shirt back, the drops hitting his shirt not even darkening anymore, but a couple rained down by his feet, dark against the sun baked sidewalk.
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LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
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Post by LEAH SIVAN on Sept 5, 2021 18:41:12 GMT
At one point the need to get revenge consumed her. It was her waking thought every single day, but as time went on the burning desire to kill Grey had started to cool, but not completely go out. Being a reaper played a part in that. Forever being dragged off to different parts of the world to deal with someone. Soon as she found herself with a moment to plan her attack she was pulled away again. That was consuming her time. But now Remzi had crawled back into her life. Their relationship was just as bitter and hateful as before, but somehow stronger. She wanted to back away from the vampire, tell him he didn’t mean anything to her and they should call it a day, but she couldn’t. It was impossible for her to form the words in her mouth. Every time she found herself close to telling him, her throat would close up. Her body was telling her it wasn’t true. Part of her needed Remzi and it was that part of her she hated with a passion. The feeling that she needed someone. Something she hadn’t felt since she was a child, having to lean on someone else. The once fiercely independent werewolf was now a dependable reaper. It angered her and she hated Remzi for it. Her mind rattled over a thousand thoughts as she stood watching Grey from afar. What was she going to do about Remzi? And how was she going to kill Grey? Two predicaments, neither of them connected. She tried her best to force the vampire out of her mind, focusing on what she needed to do. What she came back from the dead to do. Finish Grey Maddox. Grey had disappeared out of sight and now a stranger was lingering in front of her referring to her as a Bond villain. She chuckled quietly, “Oh I’m anything but good” She retorted, a smirk left on her face as her hand travelled up her thigh. His gaze fell exactly where she wanted it to be. On her. Once she’d done teasing him she leaned back on the brick wall behind her, folding her arms across her chest. A little tighter than needed, showing off what she had to offer. “And he caught your eye?”Her features contorted into an expression of disgust. “No… fuck no” She shook her head violently, strands of hair falling back in front of her shoulders, “You know what they say. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer” Something she was failing to do with Grey. Distractions every corner she turned, usually in the shape of an irresistible vampire with long hair. Again, she pushed Remzi out of her mind, focusing on the male in front of her instead. Blue eyes fell down on his wet t-shirt, as the stranger pulled it away from his skin. Leah looked back up at the male, “I hope you had a good workout and not feeling too fatigued” She pushed herself up from the wall as her hands fell to her side, a smile on her lips as he referred to her being as cool as cucumber, “Well I’ve not done my daily workout... yet” She folded her arms, observing the male once more, “You know this heat has me feeling a little bit thirsty as well…” She raised her head, as she fanned her face that didn’t have a bead of sweat present. It was near impossible for a reaper to actually feel thirsty. MITCHELL DAVIS |
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MITCHELL DAVIS
Shapeshifter
Posts: 63
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 23, 2024 18:07:47 GMT
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Oct 11, 2021 18:11:02 GMT
Later he’d kick himself for this. Guys did when they put their hand in the honey pot and found it full of hornets. Mitchell didn’t need to glance over his shoulder and try and track the car that had just lit out to know this situation was lousy with them. A woman watching a man from the shadows … it was guaranteed.
And he was feeling so damn hollow after the combined jabs of his father and his team that he had his damn hand hovering out there, ready to plunge wrist deep. Stings be damned.
Mitch studied her with narrowed eyes, marking each cliché off in his head. Spurned lover? She had looks to tempt a guy in, even one like the guy who’d breezed past him. Inches shorter than him but glossy in that same way his father was. Smooth, self-assured, undoubtedly cocky as hell. The sort to lure someone in and then toss them aside when he was tired. No second thoughts. Business rival? He glanced up at the building that rose above them. If it did belong to the guy then maybe, although it would’ve meant she’d already been screwed over in some way. That wasn’t just interest in her eyes.
The sting would be in the story. The threat of the bite of it not slowing him for a minute as he’d asked … and admitted. Her chuckle had his grin growing, that emphasis on the word had him laughing. A long, low rumble of sound in a chest that felt like it could resonate with it. That hollowness again filling in at the buzz in the air, under his skin. Danger Mitch Davis. ”Isn’t that what they all say when they pull off that disguise and show Bond who they really are?” Mitch asked. The first of those stings was already embedded deep, a hum rushing through his system that was anything but painful as she’d drawn his attention with that skim of her hand.
Swallowing hard against the drought in his throat the heat and the run brought out, Mitch eased back on the sidewalk. A single long step and the lamp post fetched up between his shoulder blades. His hand going deeper, digging for answers in a situation where it would’ve been wiser not to know them. You’d have thought that after so many years just doing what he was told he’d have learned that sometimes it was better not to know the whole story – even if you planned to retell it later.
Not a spurned lover then. Not with that instant snap of disgust screwing up her face. Mitch’s grin grew a little, taking on that smug edge as he flapped his t-shirt over his stomach, trying to wick away some of the sweat sticking the fabric to his abs – wasn’t a fucking gut no matter what the team said. He wasn’t vain enough to suck it in or even shift just a little to heighten those lines of shadow carved across it. ”Mortal enemies then and you watching over him. What did he do?” A loaded question, one likely to have that deadly hum growing louder.
She looked like a woman who could snap, from the alluring to the deadly in an instant. The sort that’d stab Sam Spade in the back these days, an apology she didn’t mean on those painted lips. If he wasn’t mistaken it was that interest that drew those blue eyes down to his flash of skin now. Mitch tilted his head, letting go of his shirt to raise his hand to knuckle sweat away from his mouth. ”Coulda gone a couple more miles but a decent start at least,” he drawled, picking his words carefully. Double entendres were a speciality of his, every single one he’d ever heard in Fort McMurray’s hallowed halls immortalised on paper.
He’d lay money on the fact she worked out, all sleek muscle under that dress. Mitch studied the lines of them for a moment before he drew himself upright. ”How are you about multitasking? Getting that workout and a tall drink of water at the same time? Apartment’s just up there…” Another tilt of his head. The first of those tangled lines of seduction thrown out. If he was in one of his own books that deadly woman would head back to him, get her fun and only then would she turn the sting in the tail against him. James Bond eat your heart out.
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LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
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Post by LEAH SIVAN on Nov 5, 2021 14:09:34 GMT
She’d never been one of those girls who professed they could have been different if life had taken a different path. Perhaps the narcissistic trait and sociopathy tendency was something that was buried deep inside her. Embedded in her DNA which she inherited from her ‘dad’. A man who wasn’t worthy of such a name, even to Grey. She was a bystander over the years, watching Malcolm spiral so far into the darkness, clutching onto a bottle of liquor as he did so with a dead wife buried six feet under, due to the actions of Malcolm. It was dressed up as a suicide, a story which Leah believed at first, but the truth started to unravel. Malcolm had pushed his wife to the brink with his affair. Leah was bound to turn out this way through. A selfish hateful mother and a self-destructive father. Grey too had ventured down that dark path just behind her choosing the life of a darach and turning his back on the wolves. She too watched how Grey slowly turned into a cold person. Both of them were torn apart by their parents' lies and deceit. In a parallel world perhaps Grey and Leah would have united against their parents, but instead, they turned on each other. She was the first one to make the move though. Declaring war on Grey, one which she was determined to win Even she hadn’t fully turned her back on the pack, despite being a reaper now. They were still her family and that was something that was engraved into her from birth. A group of people who were willing to defend each other to the point of death, much how Leah had done with Grey. She wanted the Maddox’s family far away from her pack, ideally dead. Malcolm, she killed with ease thanks to the alcohol that was coursing through his body at the time and her uncontrollable anger. Grey didn't fall down with ease though. She was probably the Bond villain in many people’s stories. Destiny was a prime example. She lapped up the attention from Leah, flashing her homemade cookies and pictures. It all came with appearances. Leah had a sweet looking face, one that oozes innocence. One she often used in her favour. The same one she’d used with Remzi to get under his skin before revealing her true colours. She was only there to bring out the bad in him. Picking at everything Raik had managed to do to keep Remzi on the straight and narrow. She would come in like a bulldozer, shattering everything. There was no surprise the male had stopped to speak to her. She was looking fierce in her undercover spy attire. Leah had been luring the men in for years now, ever since she learned how to flutter her eyelashes and pout her lips. School was the best time to do it though. Silly little boys who were controlled by their hormones, dying to get just a single look from her.
“What did he do?”— A question she’d heard a thousand times before. Leah inhaled, painting a sad expression on her face. She exhaled seconds later, as though she was pondering over something, “He tried to kill me” Lacing the sadness in her voice as well as she spoke. “I came here thinking I could confront him today… but” She paused for a second with a quick sniffle, glancing up at the sky as if she was trying to stop herself from crying, “Sorry. I get emotional sometimes thinking about it y’know” Her eyes fell back on the stranger, “It was silly of me to come here thinking I could face him” She had no intention of facing Grey though, just watching from afar. Tracking his movements so she could finally make a move on Destiny. She quickly regained composure from a performance she’d done many times before. Her lips pressed into a small smile as the male told her he could have ‘gone a couple more mile’ She’d always liked a man who worked out. It spoke volumes about them. The stranger had bit at the carrot she was dangling in front of his face. “I’m a pro at multitasking. I’ve never had any complaints before” She glanced up at the tall building he indicated towards, “I’d prefer something harder than a glass of water… but we’ll see what you have to offer” Leah pushed herself up off the wall. Ready for her workout. MITCHELL DAVIS |
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MITCHELL DAVIS
Shapeshifter
Posts: 63
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Oct 23, 2024 18:07:47 GMT
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Dec 11, 2021 20:58:59 GMT
It was no wonder Mitchell Jnr. had been practically crapping bricks when the first book had been announced. You didn’t spread secrets, not in politics and sure as hell not in the military. Doing it with the latter could get you killed – and Mitch was definitely not looking to tie himself or his team up that way – the former could get you canned, although disgraced politicians were a dozen a dime wherever you were. You learned when to keep your mouth shut and you held what you knew close to your chest until it had to be used. You didn’t drink all that information in just to let it pour out for the offer of a three book deal and a stiff middle finger to your old man. There’d been whispers about an injunction against it from both sides but nothing had come from it. He hadn’t been dumb enough to leak anything important – no matter how pissed off he was at his father he wouldn’t have done that. There was still some honour inside that brawny chest.
And an imagination that ran like a dozen hamsters on a giant wheel in his brain. Hazel eyes fixed on the blonde while that furious clatter and spin worked its way behind them. There was no compunction there about turning anybody else he came upon into fiction. Sadie probably would’ve told him there was some iron clad rule about not using people without their permission but he knew she done it. Sheepishness in those big blue eyes as she’d pushed her latest book at him across a table at Campbell’s a few months after he’d started working on his own. Just a little role, a throw away … really. She’d been underselling it as much as he would if the blonde ever caught him at it.
He wanted the story, the explanation for why she was lurking out here. Eyes venomous and on the guy and his car. Invisible daggers drawn, not that it was any of his business if she really did jab them in the guy’s back. For all he knew he was as bad as Jr., a man whose morals only went camera deep.
Dark brows rose, the lamp post pressing against the back of his sweaty head, suddenly chilling as he cast a glance over his shoulder at where the car had been. He hadn’t expected that, not even with that veil of sad that had fallen over her face seconds before she answered. Something inside of him straightened up at that, the soldier ready to protect. ”You came to confront the guy who tried to kill you? That’s … ballsy.” His brow was furrowed as he looked back at her though, his hand fumbling at the pocket of his shorts like he could suddenly pull a handkerchief or tissue of some sort to press into her hand. He’d never been around a lot of crying women but Mitch hated seeing it anyway. ”How come he’s not in jail? Sorry, none of my business again but … any guy laying hands on you should be.” Or dead. He’d never been one for killing outside of war but there were definitely people out there who deserved a cold, dark hole for years before that final stroke of karma.
Another apology threatened to roll out before she was pulling herself back together as the conversation shifted. A small smile on those painted lips, a distraction offered in that faintly humble brag. Two more miles and he might’ve been on his knees, crawling back to his apartment and missing all of this. Mitch sniffed in a breath, grinning almost bashfully with it. A shower wasn’t off the cards still, it all just depended on if he’d be alone for it now, after an additional work out.
If she’d still been bearing the marks of that murder attempt he might’ve been less likely to leap at this. Bruises climbing the column of her throat, the anger brand of a scar crawling out from under the clothes, some sign he shouldn’t have been trying to launch himself straight into an evening of playing his own hero. Mitch’s lips curled, his own muscles flexing under tan skin as he straightened up and took a step backwards towards his apartment. ”Dedicated and talented. Rare.” His head tilted as she started to up the ante, depths appearing to his femme fatale he hadn’t expected. Every single one of them might end up on a computer screen before the end of the night. The story wrung out of her in sentences and paragraphs.
Mitch chuckled, hand slipping into his pocket as they made it down the block. There were a couple of beers still, vodka in the freezer – he wasn’t a total heathen – other bottles gathering dust in the liquor cabinet. Not that much of it affected him. ”Ready to lay some judgment on, huh?” Not anything he hadn’t gone through before and this wasn’t gonna be way more fun than going on parade and being found lacking. He tugged the keys out, then offered her his other hand as though this wasn’t a meet and greet on the street rapidly turning into some sort of mutually enjoyable interrogation. ”Mitch. Guess we should know names before we start in on the drinking.” Not that he was gonna use hers in the book, he wasn’t looking to get a law suit slapped on even if he was skirting some lines. The door opened, the elevator called down before he squeezed into it with her. The smell was probably a little ripe in the close confines but at least he hadn’t descended into bachelor pad territory.
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LEAH SIVAN
Reaper
Posts: 175
Age:
30
Occupation:
Reaping Souls
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Remzi Durmaz
Played by:
Jodi
With an angel voice ; devil in disguise
Last seen Sept 24, 2024 15:36:08 GMT
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Post by LEAH SIVAN on Jan 5, 2022 11:40:23 GMT
If handsome men were to venture a little close to her she was quick to snatch them up. She was a venus fly trap and they were her prey. Ready to swallow them whole, just what she was planning to do with this one. Spit him back out when she was done with him. Alive as well, lucky for him. He’d distracted her from her plan but spying on Grey could wait. This had always been a problem for her though. Easily distracted. If something or someone, more interesting came along her attention was dragged away to that until the next new thing came along. She was the nightmare student. That along with her sharp tongue, lack of respect for authority and disobedience. She wasn’t interested in what Shakespeare wrote or who won the Cold War. It was easy enough to copy her homework off the boys in exchange for a peck on the cheek. Instead, being street smart was going to get her far in this world. As soon as she hit her teenage years she realized she had something men wanted and she could use that something to get her way in life, whether it be free drinks in a bar or a free tyre change in the garage. She did the same with Cory, Buttering him up so he would approach the big bad boss and ask him to bring Leah back. She tried the same line of flirting with Death, but it never worked. He was a tough nut to crack, but one she was determined to break. Somehow. The stranger wanted to know why she was lurking outside the hotel. A question that almost brought a sigh to her lips and a roll of the eyes. A truth she couldn’t spill to the stranger without making her sound like a deranged person. So she opted for her favourite story. One that painted her as a sweet innocent victim, whose brother was a bad person. She was the victim in the end though. She’s the one who died and spent years avoiding the big man downstairs. Manipulation was her talent. If life panned out another way she would have made a great actress. The ability to turn on the waterworks whenever she wants to. It saved her many times and worked a treat on men. She didn’t break down into full hysteria, just a few tears swimming in her eyes. “It was stupid of me to think I could do it” She still hadn’t come face to face with Grey since he took her down. Who knows how she’d reacted when the pair finally came face to face. Again. She had the upper hand this time, being something that couldn’t be killed easily. Whereas Grey's life could be over with a quick snap of the neck. She could end it all today so easily, but she wasn’t ready to complete her mission yet. She was having too much fun. “He got let off on a technicality” She had no idea what that actually meant, she’d just heard it thrown around on those true crime shows where families of the victims sob into a tissue whilst talking about how the legal system had failed them. No legal action following her death in the first place. Another thing to be swept under the carpet. “Sorry I don’t mean to get upset” She patted underneath her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. This act was important, but her makeup was more valuable. Her aim wasn’t to dampen the mood with her ‘traumatic’ story. Sprinkle of sympathy before she pulled him into the bedroom for his cardio session. “I like to work hard to perfect my talents” She flashed a smile, before giving him a quick wink. She was even happier when he invited her up to his apartment. Success. Leah tossed one last glance at the hotel before following the male down the street, walking alongside him. “Nah. I’m not the judgemental type” The lies flowed out of her mouth like lava. She would raise a brow if someone's colour scheme didn’t match her ideology. Judge a person for wearing the wrong type of shoes or a cheap handbag. She lingered a few steps back as he grabbed his keys, his free hand offering a handshake. She reached forward, shaking his hand lightly, “Leah” She followed him in the elevator as soon as the doors opened, taking the opportunity to shift a little closer to him as the doors closed. MITCHELL DAVIS |
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hope to see you in the discord! 
