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dxnrcycs‌:

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    He’s still numb from it all. Don had managed to pull Xiomara out of the house and to the back yard. In all honesty, he had stayed a bit too long watching over her. She was bleeding from her shoulder and there was so much blood. On instinct, he had ripped the sleeve off of his shirt and balled it up to put pressure on the wound. Thankfully, his hearing has cleared up a bit, the ringing is gone and it’s not so muffled. There’s a lot of crying and screaming, no one knows who exactly is still inside of the house and a majority have ran outside.

    Dread has still taken over him and he realizes that not everyone is out yet. As he turns back to the house, he smells something burning. Smoke is begining to rise from the rubble and his eyes have gone wide. The people in the kitchen. Fuck. There was still being food made, the gas line has probably…Don jumps to his feet, though it takes a lot out of him. Working through the pain and grimacing with each step he takes, Donovan makes his way back into the somehow still standing villa.

    “Hey!” He shouts, though it sounds like a whisper in his own head. “Is anyone-” Don coughs from the dust and the smoke, “-still in here?!” Donovan brings the collar of his shirt up and over his nose to prevent more dust from going into his lungs. His eyes are tearing up from all the smoke. It’s from behind him that someone ask ’Where is Julian?’. Fuck. He searches frantically for more survivors, but his ultimate goal was to get back to the kitchen.

    He’s pulled out as many family memebers and associates as he can before there is an ungodly creak and groan. He looks up towards the crumbling ceiling and notices how the fire is begining to spread. Is that a beam? Fuck fuck fuck, the supports of the Villa are catching on fire.

    Donovan turns to head to the kitchen, climbing over rubble. He can hear some shuffling from inside the kitchen, but the way is blocked by what looks like a piece of the stair case. That shit is on fire too. There’s no way he can move it without burning himself. Don begins to look around, trying to see if there is a new way to get into the kitchen, but there is another creak from the house. Shit.

    “Julian?!” Don calls out. “Are you in there?!” He needs to figure out where he is so that he can find a better way to get into the kitchen.

According to Julian Guerra, this hadn’t been the worst situation he’d gotten himself into over the course of the past three years. 

He felt the impact and watched as the area around him crumbled but there was a small, undisturbed moment of pure bliss that’d sparked deep within him. Short-lived as the surrounding sounds became siren loud. There were screams. Cries. The heat of a raging fire burning around him. He rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling that had every intention on crushing him. Was this what his life had become? A flipbook of a boring, mundane life filled with pleasing his brother and working until every muscle in his body ached? He never found love. Never held anybody. He knew he’d die someday but he hadn’t expected so soon.

“I’m here,” he called back, pushing himself up into a seated position as he shook off the dust that’d settled onto his shoulders. “Sir, I believe it to be wise to leave me. I’d suggest finding any others that are in need any medical assistance.” Attempting to climb to his feet, he was hit with a bolt of pain and he hissed, letting himself back down. His leg was gone. Typical. “Has anyone called the fire department yet?”

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wvrricreyes‌:

“I am starving.” Xiomara groaned as she got to the table filled with food. Grabbing a plate she began to fill it and already knew she would be going back for seconds. As her plate became full is when the Reyes noticed churros.

 “…Should I get another plate?” she questioned herself as Xo looks down at her already full plate. 

“I’ll hold that one for you whilst you do,” he insisted, offering a hand to balance her mile-high plate as he held a small helping of his own in his other hand. “Feeding two, perhaps?” His eyebrow arched. Rude? Possibly, but anyone could tell, clear as day, by her physique alone that wasn’t the situation. Process of elimination. “Or do you fear they may run out?”

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𝓙𝓙 𝓖𝓊𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒶.   —

                                                      Lakewood Annual Carnival ;

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

“yeah well specialty or not, it sucks and he should really be kept away from fire,” she quipped back. she hadn’t even bothered to cover up her burns. pretty much everyone knew it had been her apartment that burned. it wasn’t a huge town. “aw well that’s no fun,” she replied with a tilt of her head. she scoffed. “he probably wouldn’t apologize in any lifetime. is that word even in his vocabulary?” she looked at him evenly. as much as roman freaked her out, she’d never let him know it. and she wouldn’t let his brother know it either. “i’m not asking you to beg. not really a fan of begging,” she admitted. she let out a chuckle. “yeah that would really piss him off, huh?” she asked. “i’m not saying that i trust easily cause i don’t. so are you expecting to leave here with an answer? cause i’m not always impulsive.”

“Noted,” he offered a tightlipped smile in return. Telling Roman anything would be like pulling teeth but having anything remotely demanding coming from an ex member’s mouth would basically be a death sentence. He’d keep the thought to himself, anyhow. Better off if he didn’t infuriate his brother more. “Not to my knowledge,” he affirmed. False, but that wasn’t any of anyone’s business, frankly. The longer she hesitated, the more Julian became agitated. He was used to sealing deals and offers quicker than he could snap his fingers. This girl had a mouth on her. One that Roman often complained about. It should’ve been enough to put him off in the first place but Donovan hadn’t even sent him. He’d arrived on his own accord. A beat. 

“The Castro’s and the Reyes are the same cartel,” he briefly corrected from an earlier conversation. “You may take your time, but the offer will only last until I get impatient,” he snipped, handing his coffee back to the bodyguard as he stood, buttoning his suit jacket. “Which will be in about half a minute. Mateo, start the car.” Another beat before he turned his full attention back to Keegan. “This isn’t about idle threats, Miss Calore. I’m a businessman. If you choose different, well, that really doesn’t effect me, but it will, however, affect you. Your choice, but it’s up to you whether or not you’re going to be an idiot because some other idiot hurt your feelings.” His tone was stern, professional. “In which case, if you value your ‘feelings’ over the prosperity and overall success of our organization--- and something tells me you do--- we’d much rather have somebody more suited for a life of crime.”

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

she hadn’t really spent that much time around roman but she could tell instantly that they were different people. keegan wasn’t quite as good at fighting as she had been when she’d lived on the streets. before lakewood and its madness. she’d even won fights for money. she’d been good. but she’d become complacent and the whole thing with roman had just made her realize that. there was no place that was safe in lakewood and she had to keep her wits about her, and her fists ready to fight for her. she had to get even tougher if she was going to survive people like roman guerra. and anyone he managed to have under his thumb. 

she raised her eyebrows, taking the coffee hesitantly. “really? cause fire seemed to be a favorite of his. or am i just special that way?” she quipped, taking a sip of the coffee. “was it the call for blood or the scorched apartment that gave that away? not one. i was his best whether he wants to admit it or not,” she said confidently. she let out a dry chuckle. “reasons, maybe. ridiculous? definitely.” she wasn’t going to shy away from the fact that she had beef with his brother. she just wasn’t going to seek him out. “well. don’t i feel popular right now. castro, reyes, stones. the thing is, how do i know that i can trust you? it’s obviously not a coincidence that it’s you coming to recruit me. i’m impulsive, not stupid. interested but hesitant. but i’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.”

“Arson is a specialty--- not his best,” he confirmed, keeping his presence professional. For a long while, Julian despised his younger brother. He wouldn’t talk him up for nothing but to allow some form of forewarning for the other, but based on the markings on her and what Roman had confessed to doing (as prideful as he was), she found out the hard way. “You’re a commodity. Don’t let our interest go to your head. What we’re offering is simply an apology of sorts,” he objected, tapping his fingers against his coffee cup rhythmically. “For what Roman has done. He won’t apologize to you in this lifetime, but I am willing to make reparations on his behalf.” Dusting off the invisible dust that’d settled on his knee, he continued. “Let me make something clear. I’m not one to beg, Miss Calore. We’re offering your recompense for what my brother has put your through, but that’s all it is. An offer. You remain in our good graces and you get added protection from the alliance between the Almeida’s and the Castro’s. You are free to choose as you please, but there’s only so far my generosity extends. I can’t protect you if you choose the Stones. In fact, that’ll make you more of a target in Roman’s books.” He smiled briefly. “Trust is overrated. Stupid people rely on trust. Wouldn’t you much rather stick to being smart?”

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

keegan liked taking a moment to just chill with her sketchbook before she went back to work. her boss had insisted she take some time off after he found out about the fire. and her going into the hospital for a few hours because of it. she froze when she heard his voice, even though there was something different about it. show no fear. she put on her best attitude and looked up at him. “there’s two of you? seriously?” she asked. “cause that’s the only explination cause if you were him you wouldn’t have added the miss and he have walked in here with a bat on fire or a crow bar,” she added. she took a deep breath and nodded to the seat in front of her. “i guess so.”

He, admittedly, wasn’t as brawny as his counterpart. Roman worked out seven days a week, ate a strict diet, owned four Leonbergers. Julian--- well. Not as exceptional. He worked out maybe twice every two weeks. Ate relatively well but didn’t bother with a diet. Had no pets but helped walk Roman’s which counted as a work-out to him. JJ had no experience in wielded weapons or attacking randomly, but he knew--- when the time was right and the air smelled of smoke--- he saw red. To his knowledge, he was worse than Roman when it came to senseless, irate violence. It was like a switch in his head flipped exactly when Roman wanted it to. He was a Castro by association but had been a Guerra by blood. Now with all of their siblings in one place, he knew it could only end in Hellfire.

“His thing is more using his bare hands,” he acknowledged, strutting in as he took one of the coffees, handing one off to her. Taking a seat, he accepted his own coffee, sipping liberally before setting it down on his leg, folded over the other. “A little bird has informed me my brother has--- eradicated you from the Almeida crew. One of his best drivers, I hear,” he added, steely gaze levelled with hers, unblinking. “A foolish move, but I’m sure he had his reasons. As do most.” He paused. “My President needs a good pair of hands like yours. We’re prepared to triple what you made with our associate and you’d be under our protection, including the Almeida’s regardless of Roman’s rule. A generous loophole, if you will.” He sipped his coffee. “A new living quarters will be granted to you once you’re fully recruited. Is this something that would be of interest to you?”

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Julian’s existence was for one reason and one reason only--- to aid his brother in whatever he needed. Whatever Roman wanted, JJ was right there, giving him just that. So this hadn’t come as a surprise when asked, but he did take a moment to contemplate whether or not it was the best route they should’ve taken. Exiting the car, the bodyguard accompanying him held two to-go cups of coffee. Escorting them inside the shop, Julian paused near the entrance, clearing his throat as he clasped his hands in front of him..

“Miss Calore--- do you have a moment?”

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anastasiaxwoods‌:

“not quite. boston. though we did make some trips up to canada,” she answered with a tilt of her head. “wow that’s pretty impressive. so you’re a scientist then? or just went for fun?” she asked curiously. “well i guess if you’re used to that climate i would prefer it too.”

“Boston,” he remarked lifelessly. Oh, how he hated everything. It was rather cynical of him to be honest. “For fun? You do realize climate change is a real thing, right? It’s happening as we speak. It’s not fun.”

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lakewoodxkeegs‌:

anastasia chuckled slightly. “well i grew up here so it’s kind of familiar. but i was up north for a few years so it’ll definitely take some getting used to again,” she replied. “spend a lot of time in antarctica, did you?” 

“North. Canadian-territory?” He trailed off, unsure if he wanted to know for certain. Any other answer would bore him. “I accompanied a team of scientists to study the ecosystem and overall climate change of the sound,” he stated flatly. “Indeed, a long time. I prefer the cold.”

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anastasiaxwoods‌:

tasia let out a small little sigh with a smile as she walked down the street. it seemed like it had been forever since she’d really been back in lakewood. whenever she came back down for holidays, her brother and father usually kept her all to themselves. “i almost forgot how much warmer it is down here.”

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Julian frowned, pulling his tie from the collar of his shirt. Today was not a good day to wear a suit. “Prefer the cold tundras of the Antarctic over this.”

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luthor-russo‌:

Good enough for me, Luthor concluded, the stake in his cat-and-mouse game played higher and higher. He was addicted to the many forms this life he had took on, but the thrill of it all was the vibrant thundering of his heart inside of his chest, feeling like he were to explode if he didn’t breathe—all while he walked out of the god damn house with millions strapped to his body. “Care to elaborate,” Luthor posed, as he reached for his mug, waiting for the man to be able to have his coffee, as he approached the nearby booth. “Colour me intrigued, but I’m happy to say I like to have my money where I can see it—in my account and accessible by me.”

“Not at all,” he shot back, a glimmer of a smile hanging off his lips. Oh, he had a good eye. He recognized his fair share of hustlers back in his day. It wasn’t a far fetch, but he’d keep his mouth shut. He was good at that. “Money,” he scoffed. Funny of him to say. He was practically swimming in it. Roman was more than generous towards his kin, but it was the hefty share of KG Industries that was keeping the cash flowing into his bank account. “Would you care for it now, then?”

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davismorrissey‌:

“Fair,” Davis conceded. There wasn’t a reason for him to push, nor was there an inkling in particular of curiosity. Hell, he’d come to Lakewood in mid-breakdown and taken a teaching position. No judgments. “I’m harder to break than that.” Lies. He was a kitten of a human being. “But, if you’re going to insist,” Davis mused and held open the door when they arrived, “-I’m not going to protest.”

“Excellent. I won’t try,” he digressed, walking ahead of him as he approached the counter. Now, Julian’s sexuality wasn’t exactly black and white, but it wasn’t fluid either. He hadn’t any reason to get involved with anyone from either sex. He was here for business, but--- it didn’t hurt to flirt. His gaze practically scraped over the other man. He had a thing for dark hair and blue eyes. “Please, order for us. I’ll find us a seat.”

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davismorrissey‌:

Davis laughed softly, dimples flickering to life. “No offense, but why the hell would you come back?” Even that was a little too cynical for his taste and his smile stayed put. “Not that I’m complaining yet. And no, just resident for a while. It’s up here,” he added, vaguely gesturing to a few businesses as they turned a corner. Christ, how the hell did he interact with people again?

"Needed a break,” he noted slowly, emerald hues watching the other’s smile with intrigue. Dimples. Same as himself. Weak face muscles, he internally corrected. Adorable, weak face muscles. He glanced ahead in time to watch for the storefront. “Give me five more minutes, I’m sure you’ll be complaining in no time,” he chuckled. A beat. “You’ll have to allow me to buy you a coffee in return for being my tour guide. It’s the least I could do.”

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luthor-russo‌:

“That’s considerably on the gentle side, are you a charitable man?” Luthor suggested, an edge of sarcasm in his tone. A fan of espresso more than anything else, as he ordered, cocking a brow. “Order,” He instructed, in the same quip and command as said to him previously.

“When the moment presents itself,” he corrected, catching and matching the sarcasm. Julian’s eyebrows nearly furrowed in confusion before he strut forward, taking his time as he strut past the man, narrowing his eyes as he went by. He did find himself--- intrigued--- with him, though. A man similar to one he’d keep around whom he could air the ‘one-percent-problems’ to. He at least seemed that way to Julian. Ordering an Americano, he took a step to the side, joining him. He wouldn’t mention it.

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carolsayago‌:

“Of course. I don’t mind showing you the way.” She just hadn’t dared to assume he would be asking for her company. After all, hadn’t he just arrived and they were nothing more than strangers? She did not know how comfortable he was with strangers. “I’m Carol, by the way. And you are?”

“Julian Guerra, Jr., but everyone calls me JJ.” He resisted the urge to adjust his suit jacket, a habit that has followed him since he was young. He avoided the usual handshake, reserving that for more formal situations. “You may call me Julian, if you wish.”

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davismorrissey‌:

“Likewise.” He studied the man as best he could out of his peripheries, hands loosely tucked in pockets. “Gonna guess you’re new to the hellhole, huh?”

“You could say that,” he averred with a chuckle. Vague. Could mean a range of different things. It was almost annoying, even to himself. “I’ve been here before but I decided a revisit was in order.” Much better. A beat. “Native?”