LANA CASSWELL
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CHANEL
— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 21:00:27 GMT
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Nov 26, 2021 5:29:44 GMT
 ━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━
"Kid, this is my spot, shove off." A gruff warning lifted Lana's head where she was shading the cheekbone of the last commuter standing by on the platform waiting for their train. Looking up, Lana saw a dirty, bearded face shadowed by a kid holding an old bowler hat and a harmonica. "You deaf?" The subway was clearing out as the night wore on and Lana was starving. Her head lifting to see the commuter step onto their train, taking their dollars with them and abandoning her on the platform with the homeless guy and his rusty harmonica player. "I- I didn't know-" Her face had never looked younger, clutching her notebook to her chest as she sat on the bench, leg bouncing nervously. "This is my spot, this your bag?!" He snapped at her like she was stupid, stooping on a hunched back to grab her lonely backpack and pull at it possessively.
Lana had very little possessions. Everything she owned was in that backpack, the strap always on her person, even hooked around her ankle when she sat to draw. Unfortunately the homeless man was deceptively strong, and he yanked it free from Lana's bouncing foot and shook it angrily. "You take my spot, I take your bag!" He told her with a phlegm-y laugh, making Lana drop her notebook and lurch forward as she grabbed the bottom and attempted to tug it back. She was weak with hunger and cold, but she gripped the fabric with all her might. "No- look, I'm sorry, sir, I'll go." She pleaded desperately, pulling at the bag as he pulled back. The harmonica kid wordlessly latching onto the other strap and pulling as well. Lana yanked back with all her might. "Nah, nah, nah, it's a fair exchange." He told her meanly, levering backwards until Lana felt her fingers slipping.
"No!" Lana was yelling now, her face screwed angrily as she dug her heels in. "You can't have it!" She was gritting her teeth now, but there were two of them and one of her. She pulled and pulled, and just as she felt herself make headway the kid let go of the bag on the man's prompt and Lana felt all the blood freeze in her veins as he pocketed his stupid harmonica and took out a switchblade instead. Lana let go of her bag, watching the blade glint in the overhead fluorescents. She'd never been threatened with a knife before, suddenly the subway was a lot smaller and the air thicker. She held up her small, pencil bruised hands. "I- please, sir, it's all I have." Her eyes shone with tears, a mixture of fear and frustration twisting her gut. "It's just- it's nothing valuable, it's just stupid stuff-" She was interrupted, her teeth chittering. "Must be good if you're fight' for it, you think I'm an idiot?" Lana's eyes blinked heavily and she felt her traitorous chin wobble, realising she was about to be attacked or have her things swiped for good, leaving her with nothing. "Please..." She whispered hoarsely.
NEMO AGNELLI | SIKE! Tomorrow is today. |
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NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 55
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 19:52:13 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Dec 1, 2021 1:38:44 GMT
 ━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
And now Emiliano had sent him to Virginia. One of Chase’s old suspects travelled here, and Emiliano had a proposition for him. It was a low-level task with a low-level guy, but that’s what Nemo was, wasn’t he? Low-level. He should’ve been grateful that he was allowed to leave New Orleans and that the Alpha himself was putting Nemo in a decent hotel for a few days. Screw this up, though, and Nemo was no better off than when he began. Sometimes it felt like he was stagnant either way. Maybe he’d never do anything good enough to earn Emiliano’s love.
Nemo missed his mom.
He thought of her on the train, and with each new piece of gum he pressed into his mouth. Twenty years now without her, and Nemo thought he saw the grief still present in Emiliano’s eyes whenever he looked at Nemo, like he was seeing her instead.
He missed Giorgia, too, but the rehashing of that heartbreak would leave him weak and distracted, and then he’d never get anything done. He had no idea why Emiliano was sending him, anyway. Nemo’s strong suit was never talking. But he said he needed Nemo’s magic, that none of the betas would have the subtlety or finesse Nemo could possess, and that was already more explanation than Nemo was ever supposed to need.
Slipping off the train, duffel bag over one shoulder, Nemo pulled the photo and typed address free from his pocket, looking over it one more time as he hopped down the steps to the subway. He neared the bottom, and voices began to bubble up in the air, echoing off brick walls and long, empty tunnels. The sound instinctively grasped his attention but seeing dirty, scraggly hands and faces forced it away again. He couldn’t risk getting involved━distracted━especially in fights between homeless people. He’d been there once, hated the immediate judgement it brought, but he knew━better than most━just how awful people on the streets could be. They were fighting for their lives, and if perhaps dr*gs were involved, it wouldn’t be safe or worth it.
When he rounded the corner, heading towards the platform, he got a good look at the culprits. Just a glance was enough to reveal a young girl getting ganged up on by two older guys, and fury quickly boiled up from Nemo’s stomach. He thought of his own time while homeless, or what his mother would’ve gone through while raising him, and Nemo bolted forward before he could think. The younger man was holding a knife to a little girl, and that’s all he could see. That’s all that mattered.
With no preamble, Nemo jumped in, using his magic to enhance whatever physical contact he made. When he pushed down the younger man, he went sliding to almost the other end of the platform while Nemo had “somehow” retrieved the knife in a minuscule amount of time. And when he wedged himself in front of the girl like a shield and shoved the older man into the wall, he flung sideways wildly, practically squishing into the wall at impact. His head bounced against it, though Nemo knew (mainly hoped) it wasn’t enough to seriously injure him. “What’s wrong with you two? Picking on a little girl, and two of you going after her at once?” He hissed, holding the knife up and to the side, trying to make it obvious he wouldn’t use it on them. “Apologize before you leave, and give back anything you took. Quickly.” Using his adrenaline to keep his confidence going, Nemo’s chest rose strong and fell shakily, dark eyes flicking between the pair, waiting for the moment one of them might refuse to go without another fight. There was nothing he hated more than seeing someone get ganged up on, and while he avoided confrontation, he refused to sit by while this happened.
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LANA CASSWELL
Archived
Posts: 14
Played by:
CHANEL
— i thought: i cannot bear this world a moment longer. then, child, make another.
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 21:00:27 GMT
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Post by LANA CASSWELL on Mar 10, 2022 23:59:27 GMT
━ i was a firecracker, baby, with somethin' to prove. ━
Lana had only a moment to peek her head around the tall figure, in time to watch two gnarly knuckled palms slam home against the shorter boy's chest, sending him across the platform and onto his backside with nothing more than a grunt. The taller, ringleader of the two was slammed against the wall and Lana choked on her surprise, eyes pinned wide as she stood in slack awe. She couldn't see the man's face, just the backside of rumpled dark hair and the sleek line of a coat across broad shoulders. It didn't really matter, she thought, only that her bag was finally out of the thieves hands and within her reach. Lana moved for her the rucksack the minute her stranger picked up the knife, her adrenaline sending the blood rushing to her ears. She pulled it tight to her chest, his words warbling as she watched him cautiously from the corner of her eye. He demanded an apology, but Lana already had her bag back.
"Hey- it's fine, thanks but I don't want a sorry." Lana stuttered, carefully stepping forward as she flickered her gaze from the blade to her strange, angular saviours profile. She had to strain her neck to catch his eye. With one hand cradling her bag to her chest, she used the other to very slowly tug on the underside of his sleeve. "C'mon, man, lets get outta here." She coaxed him away from the tussle with a jerk of her chin and a nervous laugh. "We don't wanna be here when they call the cops." She tugged again and took a step back. Casting her gaze over her shoulder to find that the other, younger boy had already taken her advice and fled. "C'mon," She said again, stronger this time. Lana did not want to leave this formidable man with his switchblade and a cocky, desperate homeless man. Most of all, she wanted to say thank you.
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NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 55
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 19:52:13 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Mar 21, 2022 19:19:07 GMT
━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
Right now, she was choosing to leave without an apology. Nemo gritted his teeth, keeping the stranger pinned to the wall, waiting as he sputtered in his own defence━it still wasn’t a ‘sorry.’ That only upset him further. Why not just say it? Appease the man currently threatening your wellbeing and just say it. He had to know he was in the wrong, didn’t he? Picking on her for no reason other than to steal her stuff? “No, I wanna hear him say it.” Ignoring her gentle tugging, one of his arms slipped up, pressing to the man’s windpipe. A little carried away, perhaps, but Nemo wanted some form of remorse from the man. How could anybody think what he’d done was okay?!
‘C’mon,’
Nemo relented finally, just as the man’s face was turning beet-red, and released him with a small step back. Locked in that moment, he hadn’t realized that the other one had gone, or that the previously-empty tunnel was beginning to gain rubberneckers like birds flocking to seed. Cops━even off the streets, Nemo was told to avoid them, though Emiliano had a good number in his pocket. His mom had treated them as though they were the plague wrapped in blue, and he knew what it meant for the girl. If he couldn’t get an apology, then at least he’d gotten her bag and would get her out safely.
Tucking the switchblade in his pocket, Nemo turned hastily to the girl, dark eyes glittering with a kind of care he hadn’t known he’d been waiting to dish out on someone else. Draping one long arm around her shoulders, Nemo scooped up his duffel bag with his free hand and guided her back up the stairs and into the street. The cool air bit at his face, exposed cheeks turning red, though it was pinker and softer than the homeless man’s colour.
“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He asked, pulling his arm from her once they were safely outside. Nemo already began to take it off as he slowed on the sidewalk, passing his duffel bag from hand to hand to slip it down his arms. “He didn’t hurt you, right? You’re okay?” Nemo thought he’d gotten there just in time, though that could’ve just as easily been his superhero complex at play.
“Are you hungry?” He asked finally, wondering if she’d hate the charity or the company or even the questions━it would likely be one if not all. Either way, he wouldn’t stop trying to help. She was just a kid without a home to go back to, and Nemo wanted to save someone if he could.
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