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Eleanora: why should IIIIIIII have to suffer because my sister can't see that her boyfriend is literally the WORST piece of shit i've ever met in my life???

Eleanora: I'M A GOOD PERSON

Eleanora: dude literally fuck you i knew exactly what i was doing the WHOLE time in paris you rookie, trick ass bitch

Roksana: 👏 break 👏 them 👏 up 👏 then 👏 sis 👏 it wouldn't even be hard lmao

Roksana: THE WHOLE TIME?

Roksana: the car bomb??? the chinese restaurant??? BEING SURROUNDED BY MEN WITH GUNS TRAINED ON OUR FUCKING HEADS?

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“I am the seasons, I think sometimes, January, May, November; the mud, the mist, the dawn. I cannot be tossed about, or float gently, or mix with other people.”

— Virginia Woolf

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“I see her pure, pale aura shine, piercing, sweet / Sharp as death, or sin.”

— Marya Zaturenska, from The Collected Poems; “The Angel of the Solitary,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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bluevnce‌:

         open starter;

The punching was already getting worn out. Loud thuds landed against rough fabric echoed throughout the gym. Roland’s vision had been filled in with white, and his hits were harder with each impact. The entrance behind him didn’t pull his focus away until he turned to remove the bag off its hook. “Congratulations, Agent —-” He started and hastily tossed the bag to the side. Roland made it look like it was a beach ball. “You’ve mastered the art of furtiveness. Did you need something?”

“I came to train.” Roksana said guardedly, having been watching the man train out of the corner of her eye with no small amount of envy. Hand to hand combat was without a doubt her most honed skill, one she practiced daily and enjoyed- but being as willowy as she was, she could never quite get any muscle to stick to her bones, and so her fighting tended to be a lot of using an opponent's momentum against each other, dancing out of reach and hitting the vitals hard and fast. With strength like that though? No one would be able to touch her. Wrapping her knuckles, she allowed with some reluctance. “Unless you’d like the room, sir.” She supposed chain of command- as it were around here anyway- owed him that much. “Then I suppose I could come back at another time.” 

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samanthawarren‌:

sam fiddled with the pen behind her ear, fixing it’s placement. One click and it became a syringe she’d use to drug their target making it easier to relocate him. “one - female, maybe a secretary or woah okay…gross tongue at a place of business? seems inappropriate.” she drawled into the ear piece. “looks like he’s mixing business with pleasure. I don’t think she’ll be leaving with him though, we might be in the clear.” she said keeping an eye on the pair as they parted ways. 

“target’s alone - she’s headed in a different direction and he’s headed for the exit i’m on my way be ready.” she commanded walking a little faster in her heels taking the pen from out behind her ear. “excuse me? uhhh - すみません“ she tried her hand at what little Japanese she knew. “english?” she asked posing as lost. when he nodded she pretended to let out a thankful sigh. “oh thank god - I am so lost and so so late can you help me?” She asked taking out her phone and trying to show him directions. when his head was turned she had shoved the pen - syringe into the side of his neck quickly disorienting him. “Agent Persephone, hope you’re around the corner.” 

“It’s always a mistress.” Roksana sighed, some of the tension bleeding from her body as she slipped around the corner, listening to Sam as she fingered the keys for a van that someone had parked on the first floor of a parking garage next door, slipping past the watchmen with the wave of a (fake) security id and a harried smile. She clicked the unlock button several times as she half ran through the place, careful she looked like a young professional running late for an appointment, not a determined agent up to something suspicious. 

Finally she heard a honk and took off towards the dark, windowless, work van, throwing herself into the driver’s seat and pulling out as quickly as she could without arousing suspicion before peeling around the corner and pulling up she in time to turn up right in front of Sam, throwing herself out of the van and hurrying to help her crowd the slow, sluggishly fighting target into the back, head whipping around frantically for anyone who may have overseen, only to freeze. “Security camera.” She pointed out, nodding in it’s direction- several floors up on the back of a wall lined with windows- a she slammed the door behind the man. “My gun has a silencer, but it’s small and I’m not sure I could make it first shot- I might hit a window instead and then we’d really be in hot water. How’s your aim?”

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agentmontes‌:

Coming back from the dead was hard. When only a handful of people knew he survived the attempt on his life made by his fiance–and only that handful knew that he was absolved of all accusations against him–walking into HQ after being gone for two years was…nerve wracking. Even though he’d already resigned himself to never talking to anyone again…despite knowing that wouldn’t last very long. He was proven right about his cynicism when he ran into a familiar face. Gritting his teeth, he dropped his head as he continued towards his work space, hopping he might’ve avoided being seen.

Roksana, who had been leaning idly against a desk, drinking a cup of tea and reading a mission report, glanced up at the sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, only to freeze, paper mug halfway to her painted lips. Her hand trembling slightly, she blinked several times rapidly, straightening. Surely she was mistaken. Taking a few steps towards Leo, who was obviously trying to avoid everyone around him, she realized her hand was shaking only when the mug crashed. A wall of red seemed to descend over her vision and she lunged for the first things her hands touched- a stapler- and hurled in the general direction of his head before marching towards her former friend, whom she’d believed to be dead. “What the fuck?” She snarled, shoving at his shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing here? How are you here?”

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Eleanora: nah bro it's a nell and roks thing. i haven't liked working with you since paris.

Eleanora: i need to find a man for my sister, dude. i don't want to settle for someone from JERSEY, but.

Roksana: no. i'm out. accept your sister's shitty taste in men and ride it out, or do the logical thing and use your LITERAL espionage skills to break them up. should have a much higher success rate than attempting to get your sister to fall for someone else while her head's lodged up beau's ass.

Roksana: also shut the actual fuck up what do you mean YOU haven't liked working with ME since paris??? i had to lug a giant vase full of coke all over champs-elysées and we nearly caused an international incident because you had to sneak YOUR fucking gun through customs.

Roksana: actually, you know what? nevermind. i refuse to talk to you about paris anymore because you were obviously hallucinating that entire week.

Roksana: but fuck you.

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Eleanora: i need to find something and i need your help. any borough. i'll go to jersey, idgaf.

Roksana: what in god's name is so important you'd schlep all the way to jersey??

Roksana: first and foremost is this agent corkscrew & agent persephone thing or?

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Custom Valentino ivory heels (via)

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“Beautiful. Autumn-raw. She must be a witch of some kind,”

— Velimir Khlebnikov, tr. by Gary Kern, from “The Night Before the Soviets,” (via oiseauperdu)

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samanthawarren‌:

sam matched her smirk knowing full well they were two sides of the same coin. “Do those double as a weapon?” she teased pointing at Roksana’s heels. It might have been a small playful jab but in actuality she was jealous of the shoes and made a mental note to order a simple pair for her own wardrobe. She deserved it after all. 

sam nodded her head as her partner tapped on the ear device. “I got this.” she said confidently as they headed out of the building toward their location. The walk was short, the adrenaline already pulsing in her veins. Her eyes scoured the building searching for her target. She tapped on the ear piece while pretending to look busy. “eyes on our target…he’s not alone.”

Sparing a glance down at her shoes, Roksana spared a small but genuine laugh. Truthfully the shoes were more of a power play- nothing made her feel more confidant that gracefully strutting into a building on a pair of dagger thing heels, looking fixed and frosty. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used one that way.” She joked back in her own dry sort of way as they split off, heading towards the door.

Sam’s words made her screech to a halt and she paused, reaching frantically into her purse and putting the phone to her ear as if she’d felt it vibrate,stepping to the side of the doors as if she were simply taking a phone call. Roksana hissed several curse words with a pleased looking smile on her face. “God dammit, he was supposed to be alone this morning. Who is it? How many?”

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— since our story is a crime itself | g.f.

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