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" get out & explore , do what humans do : live . do something , anything that didn't involve standing in front of a group of people using you as a prop for a product . " these were the words that peach often repeated to herself . yes of course she did what she was basically created to do , but it gets old after a while . even replicants have their days when they don't want to get up for work . . . or at least , that's what she was experiencing .

the stench of the city clouded her artificial senses as she made her way down the street — looking around as she held her coat close to her body . wasn't like she got tired or anything , but she could still feel the cool night air against her skin . she spotted a group of people entering a building , dressed similarly to her . maybe she'd blend right in for once . although , that might be deemed a challenge seeing as though her face was on the ads that circulated the city .

the warmth of the cozy blues lounge invited her , her jacket peeling from her body as she looked around for a seat — nearly stepping on the toes of a cocktail waitress as she did . she was about to choose to stand until her ears were alerted to a stranger offering her a seat . she mentally scanned him , deeming him not a threat . . . to her at least . " thanks . " peach smiled , folding her garment over her arm as she took a seat next to him . " i've . . . never been here before . always walk past it though . is it always this . . . packed ? "

OPEN STARTER #lawlessstart LOCATION: godfather house of blues

Zakir contented himself with music any day or evening he wasn't otherwise engaged: when he wasn't doing shows, recording in his home studio, giving his attention to Anchali, or performing his duties for Dead Hand. The latter taking up the most of his time despite how he had no interest in pursuing a life of crime, it was merely a means to an end: a stepping stone to his eventual career. It was a necessary one, an opportunity he could neither ignore nor take for granted.

He was nursing a mocktail he'd randomly picked off the menu and had clapped his hands together for the last act to have grazed the stage, before the room returned to a more relaxed atmosphere.

Seeing someone looking for a spot to take a seat in the packed place - yet still the conversations were all hushed - he gestured his hands to the two empty chairs at his table. "Yaar, plenty of space here, please take a seat, I'll happily share my space, inshallah."

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it was about TIME jessica got out of the many walls of the borderline hotel . hell , there were times she felt like she LIVED there . . . which , wouldn't be far off seeing as though she spent maybe twelve hours a day at the place . so why not utilize her barely used membership & drink or two at the abernathy to take the edge off ( maybe find a lucky suitor to entertain her during the time being ) . it was a time for her to dress up , take off that bandage pencil skirt she so often adorned for something a less . . . professional . she greeted a few familiar faces , pretended to be engaged in conversation . there was only so long one could hold a fake smile before the cracks began to show .

she was about to order her usual drink , a proper glass of port to start . the foreign voice tickled the former assassin's ear as she turned her head to them . a suspicious raise of her brow settled when she saw the smile etched on her face . " well , how could i argue with a free drink ? " she chuckled , offering a glint of a smile as her attention was now drawn to him . the compliment ( although true if she were to say so herself ) still perked her interest . " thank you . but no special occassion . unless you want to count a night away from your kid & a night away from your staff as a special occasion , then sure . " blue hues flickered over him , sizing him up from head to toe . " & special occasion for you ? or is this common practice for you to buy someone a drink ? "

ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ: open ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the abernathy . 22 : 00 .

perhaps shame should return to the city. laurent had it aplenty; some for the wayward souls he'd sent on their merry way to the never-coming-back-land and most for the poor souls that wandered in here like they owned the place. of his membership, he could not defend; though for those here, he could only guess: an escape from the noise and smog, or from the constant piss-stained air that seemed to never truly dissipate from underneath the cracks of an ill-maintained pavement. no matter how many donations any of them made to the city, none were presumptuous enough to excuse it as charity; at least, not with a straight face. this is why so many of them smile, and why he must, also, making nice and paying for a drink for a stranger who could very well afford it.

"this one is on me." the foreign lilt in his voice is heavy; the ease with which he moves, even more alien. this body is his, eyes and all, whirring and clicking, indiscernible underneath the thrumming music. it's light enough that he's learnt to ignore it. he summarises the visual input as such: "you look radiant tonight." c'est bon. enough to entertain the palette until his phone rings again. "special occasion?"

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" i have . " raven locks laced with tinges of grey rest at her back , the ends blunt as she tucked a piece behind her ear . her attention to was on the ballerinas before her ; practicing for this season's rendition of the nutcracker . a tale as old as time & as stale as a loaf of bread . " & yes , they are . not perfect though . " perfection . what the woman has chased for years & yet , cannot seem to grasp just how far out of reach it can be . " how have you been , my dear ? " despite not having the greatest relationship with well . . . any of her biological children , evelyn had grown quite fond of niko . after all , she was everything her children & her underbosses weren't : just like her . " still causing mayhem i presume . "

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If there were a folktale based on wolves and knives,    she would be in the middle of it.    Mid-bloodletting,     pulled from the throat of the largest beast.     Not that she remembers.     Not that the seawater and the chorus of the tide could change any part of her history     —    but she desires it regardless.      Too many faces return to the waves even before their time of resurrection.      Somewhere,    a ticking clock stops suddenly.         “Pretty,    aren’t they?”      She means the dancers on the stage,     the ballet’s myths playing out in front of them.     She observes quietly,     thighs crossed,     a prime symbolism of a leviathan dormant.      The New York ballet company treasures the performances,    as it should.     Art doesn’t come cheap.     Niko doesn’t look at the woman beside her,     only tilts her head to the side as if deep in a daydream.        “Have you been well,    la madrina?”

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open for — anyone ! location — godfather house of blues .

she   was   going   to   pretend   that   she   actually   enjoyed   the   music   that   was   playing.   after   all,   she   was   more   into   edm,   rap—things   of   that   nature.   but   she   wasn't   going   to   reject   the   opportunity   of   free   food,   free   drinks … &   perhaps   catch   a   glimpse   of   one   of   the   HEADS   she   has   to   collect   for   her   assignment.   paaaah ,   but   why   think   about   work   when   she   can   think   about   her   second   dirty   martini   instead ?   OR   what   was   supposed   to   be   a   dirty   martini;   but   a   lack   of   olive   brine   made   her   face   twist.   &   vodka?   all   good   martinis   use   gin,   damn   it.   her   date   had   disappeared   wherever—hell,   she   hardly   knew   them;   only   accepting   the   date   out   of   pure   desperation   of   some   decent   level   of   human   interaction.   not   much   an   assassin   can   get   these   days.  leaning   over   to   the   person   opposite   of   her,   dayanara   didn't   make   eye   contact   as   she   offered   her   neglected   drink.   “ martini   on   the   house ? ”   she   hummed,   swishing   the   straight   up   glass   from   side   to   side.   “ don't   worry   i   don't   have   cooties.   &   i   didn't   slip   anything   in   it   either.   think   of   it   as   a   straight   up   gin   shot.   might   help   you   get   through   this   singer's   awful   vibrato. ”

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closed for — @dogbleed ( jack ) location — borderline hotel .

does this man have a home of his own ? seriously , she was starting to get concerned . yeah , she's seen her fair share of characters waltz in & out of her hotel ( some , she'd never see again ) , but this guy . . . god , she had to see him at least once — maybe twice — a week now . but in all honesty , she enjoyed having the little menace around . even if she did pretend to want to gouge his eyes out with her acrylics every time he stepped up to the desk to check in . " GETTIN' REEEEEEEAL sick & tired of your shit , jack hole . " shaking her head , the brunette blew a raspberry from her lips as she didn't even bother to check the guy in — having done so the second she saw his name pop up on her reservation list . " oh , look — " & let the kiki begin . " — i found out what was goin' on with that couple on the third floor . i'm quarantining that room & having the staff use a hazmat suit to clean . don't even wanna know where the blacklight picked up the most SUS stains . & i've seen some shit . "

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closed for — @haereticus ( rose ) location — the abernathy .

a pack of open marlboro golds sit awaiting for the woman to take another from the seven remaining ; one already burning away in an adjacent gold ashtray . three fingers of cognac is placed in front of her as she leaned back against the velvet chair . this was evelyn's table and in the coveted second seat was a rose . " whatever it is you're about to tell me — " she began , finally grasping onto the pack of cigarettes to pull out a new one ; ignoring the one that was already stained with her roussy chanel rouge . placing it between her lips , she'd light it before speaking — the smoke lifting from the tobacco end & a flume from her mouth . " . . . better make sure it doesn't take me out of my good mood , rose bud . "

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closed for — @gravefed ( zekai ) location — the bad monkey .

now this wasn't exactly an area peach often . . . found herself . it was all sort of on a whim , after all the woman craved a level of genuine human interaction that she wasn't coded to chase after . but what harm was it to strike up a conversation or two with a few strangers she'd never meet again ? slipping into an empty bar stool , the replicant blinked a couple of times as if she were mentally google searching every drink known to man . but she went for her usual : an espresso martini . taking the glass by the bottom , she felt the condensation against her manufactured fingerprints . she was about to bring the glass to her lips before brown eyes laid on the person beside her . " is that . . . any good ? i'm getting a bit tired of espresso martinis , " she chuckled . " sorry — am i bothering you ? "

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“La Madrina.”

Griselda (2024) dir. Andrés Baiz

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Kill Bill vol. 2 (2004)//Gunpowder Milkshake (2021)

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The young girl in the school girl uniform is O-Ren’s personal bodyguard, 17 year old Gogo Yubari. Gogo may be young, but what she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness.

Kill Bill: Vol. 1 2003 | dir. Quentin Tarantino

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MEGAN FOX Sports Illustrated (May, 2023)

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* ◟ : 〔 VANESSA MORGAN , CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 DAYANARA 'DAYA' LOYAR , some say you’re a THIRTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both APPROACHABLE and MANIPULATIVE, one can’t help but think of HAPPY NATION by ACE OF BASE when you walk by. are you still an ACTIVE ASSASSIN for RED EYE, even with your reputation as THE SPITFIRE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LIPGLOSS ALWAYS ON DECK , OVERSIZED JEAN JACKETS , TERMINALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY, although we can’t help but think of LARA CROFT ( LARA CROFT ) + BUFFY ( BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ) + GOGO YUBARI ( KILL BILL ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

there's something truly hardening to a young soul who has witnessed death . . . let alone murder . well , she didn't exactly see what happened . but when she got off that school bus that dreaded friday afternoon , she wasn't expecting to enter the weekend without both of her parents . . . let alone be the one to discover their lifeless bodies . you were only seven , why would anyone get mad at you when you didn't call the police . . . . or why you only sat on your porch waiting for a neighbor to come see if you were alright .

but even all these years later , you blame yourself .

you're not taken to a traditional orphanage . in fact , you jump around from facility to facility before you finally are taken in by this . . . group of people who look like they could use a few hours in the sun .

they send you to canada ; a car blacked out with interior you've never even thought of could exist before . they escort you into the facility . this was going to be home . . . for the next several years . you will be brainwashed , the only thought never leaves your brain is the sight of your dead parents .

it was as if it happened yesterday .

by the time you finish your training , your first task is given & you are implanted with a chip before being sent to the states — a fake passport to boot .

dayanara loyar is born .

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* ◟ : 〔 MEGAN FOX , CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 JESSICA DAIR , some say you’re a FORTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both MOTHERLY and SELF - DEPRECATING, one can’t help but think of EUPHORIA by KENDRICK LAMAR when you walk by. are you still the OWNER, RETIRED ASSASSIN for THE BORDERLINE HOTEL, even with your reputation as THE MOM - FRIEND? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and A ROOM IN YOUR HOME YOU NO LONGER GO INTO , FALSE PROMISES , AND EXPENSIVE WINE, although we can’t help but think of THE BRIDE ( KILL BILL ) + JEAN GREY ( X-MEN ) + TIFFANY VALENTINE ( CHUCKY ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

your childhood was filled with the mundane . a nuclear household , the white picket fence — a childhood straight out of a goddamn john hughes movie . . . minus getting home aloned . they expected the absolute best of their kids : the best schools , the best grades . forget free summers , they were going to be spent with extracurricular activities & annual fourth of july trip to see your grandparents .

things would shift by the time college rolled around . spotted on the bench of your university , the man that would become the father of your son would sit next to you . he was older , definitely didn't belong on campus . he's intrigued by how fast you were able to solve the daily crossword . two weeks later , you were somewhere in washington , dc pointing a sniper in the face of a supreme court judge . maybe trips to the shooting range with your father did come in handy .

but now , here you were in some dingy motel ; a used pregnancy test sitting on the floor nearest the door . a pistol equipped with a silencer staring down your opponent . you've been doing this shit for ten years . . . there was bound to be enemies made ; people who wanted you dead . you beg the person in front of you to let you go — to spare you for the sake of your baby . they peer at the test strip , leaving you to your devices before a quick , seedy " congratulations " slips from their lips .

you're determined to get out of the life , even going as far as to murder the father of your son . . . the man who got you into this for that very reason . unbeknownst to you , he leaves you something behind & it wasn't just your son . . . welcome to the borderline hotel .

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* ◟ : 〔 ZENDAYA COLEMAN, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER 〕 PEACH VERCIO , some say you’re a TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both ALLURING and UNRELIABLE, one can’t help but think of DIRTY TRIP by AIR when you walk by. are you still a REPLICANT for STONEAGE INDUSTRIES, even with your reputation as THE PICTURE PERFECT? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and KNOWING SMILES , THE URGE FOR SOMETHING MORE , THAT SLIGHT TWINGE ONE GETS WHEN THEY'RE UP TO NO GOOD, although we can’t help but think of NORTH ( DETROIT BECOME HUMAN ) + DAPHNE BLAKE ( SCOOBY DOO ) + HOLLY GOLIGHTLY ( BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S ) whenever we see you down these rainy street

you awaken . a small smile etched upon your face — glossy skin turning into a porous texture as a light is shined in your face . false memories are implanted into your brain . . . a brain made up of what feels like a mix of rubber & glass . each eyelash is placed upon the lid of your eye ; the one of a kind creation god himself wouldn't be able to think up . your iris is changed from nothing to a beautiful brown . . . perfect for photos . each muscle meticulously added — they're going to love her .

but the memories are wiped . from throwing a tennis ball to standing in front of a camera — being told to pose , your dancing around with a faceless figure on his tip toes ; a large smile on the face of someone who looks like you . . . but isn't you . a bout in the olympic qualifiers that never existed was replaced with a false runway show . she's going to be perfect . the it girl , the picture perfect .

the place each strand of hair in your head ; the perfect length that can be transformed at will . you're coded to be sweet , to be perfect . . . yet have an aura of the girl that every woman in america sees as the pinnacle of grace & elegance .

but you need a name . . . one memorable enough , yet whimsical enough . . .

" your name is peach . " a couple of blinks & a smile .

you stare at your makers , standing in the center of a brightly lit room .

" my name is peach . "

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Zendaya at the premiere of 'Dune: Part Two' (2024) wearing Thierry Mugler A/W 1995 Robot Suit

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*   ◟   :   EVELYN   PRINCE   ,   some   say   you’re   a   FIFTY   YEAR   OLD   lost   soul   among   the   neon   lights.   known   for   being   both   AMBITIOUS   and   UNFORGIVING,   one   can’t   help   but   think   of   SEASON   OF   THE   WITCH   by   DONOVAN   when   you   walk   by.   are   you   still   the   BOSS,   OWNER   for   THE   BURNING   GODS,   NEW   YORK   CITY   BALLET   COMPANY,   even   with   your   reputation   as   THE   GODMOTHER?   i   think   we’ll   be   seeing   more   of   you   and   CHAIN   SMOKING   CIGARETTES   ,   BLOOD   STAINED   JEWELS   ,   EYES   THAT   HAVE   SEEN   ALL,   although   we   can’t   help   but   think   of   GRISELDA   (   GRISELDA   )   +   MORTICIA   ADDAMS   (   WEDNESDAY   )   +   DEBBIE   OCEAN   (   OCEAN'S   8   )   whenever   we   see   you   down   these   rainy   streets.

you were always the strong one of the two — your brother , the spare . . . but you , always the actual heir . THE BURNING GODS — infamous in the city they have called their stomping grounds since the beginning of the 19th century . yes , names have changed & the helm has been passed from son to son . their daughters . . . ALWAYS seen as an after thought . until you . . . until that fateful july 10th evening when the world would soon find out just how formidable you were .

the tradition of the women being enjoying the lavishness that came with the prince surname would only entertain you for so long . this was a birth right , one that you were robbed of . . . yet so wiling to do the unthinkable to obtain . the burning gods would no longer show their power through traditional mafia tactics . after all , there was something even more powerful about controlling the very economy citizens rely on .

they would come to your family when they're in a bind , loan sharks from the pits of hell . your brother would sadly perish in an automobile accident and by the age of thirty , the crown was passed to you . under your control & with your guidance , the burning gods would play a ruthless game of monopoly — taking over the coveted new york ballet company . . . just so your daughter could be a principal ballerina . shady , shady . but money talks & anyone dumb enough to put her cash on mute , would meet their maker .

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casual wear (splattered with blood) vs. evening wear (drenched in blood)