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"BLVCK CARD"

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"Nothing more than I've been able to gather everyone else heard. Private number labeled The Big Cheese, a vague threat." The added message to not reach out to law enforcement had made her laugh, nothing could make her want to be on their radar.

Allegra sucked her lower lip into her mouth, lifting a single record sleeve to examine the tracklist. Hazel eyes mimicked reading flawlessly, yet she was instead running through a dozen faces in her mind. "The Syndicate have probably already traced that number if there's any sort of lead."

The call had put most people on edge. She'd been hearing about it all day, and she knew it would only continue the longer it went on without having answers. A part of her wanted to think there had to be a bigger picture that she wasn't seeing, but the idea it was just someone playing a cruel joke was one she couldn't shake. Maybe because it is what she hoped the answer was.

She entered the record store and spotted Allegra immediately, but it would better to take her time. She slowly moved through the store and picked up a record to look interested before she found herself beside the other woman. "Not sure yet." She answered truthfully as she picked up another record, inspecting the cover and flipping it over. "From what I know so far, it hit plenty. Have you heard anything that I need to know?"

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closed @ofenzos where / a boring high society function

"Hello gorgeous," Allegra's face lit up as she saw him. They'd crossed paths in so many places over the years it was hard to remember them all, his cheeky grin a sight for sore eyes. She remembered him best in Monaco: all sun-bronzed and wind-ruffled hair, it'd suited him, rolling out of whatever hotel room they'd stormed to start the party all over again. In the city he held himself more tightly, she was glad she'd never borne that kind of responsibility, shirked it the second she took her first breath. She whistled low as she strode toward him, tiny even in her heels. "Let me look at you."

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Allegra felt the whirring of Dante's brain across the car like a laptop with a dangerously overloaded hard drive, processing away the best it could with an onslaught of data. Maybe she'd be able to find someone for them to race on the way back into the city, to give him a shock of adrenaline to snap him out of it. A castle, for il re.

She slid lithely out of the car like a wildcat, as easy as breathing, her hand squeezed his bicep in thanks. "Such a gentleman." Allegra grazed her lower lip with her teeth before dexterously plucking the joint from his grasp, then slipped it between his lips. Stepping in close she sparked her lighter. "Allow me."

Dante had barely been looking out of the tinted windows, lost far too deep within his own thoughts to really care where they were. There were very few people the man trusted with very few things but he trusted Allegra to get him around without concern. The things she had heard while driving him around, the moods she had likely seem him in... he had to at least somewhat trust her. When they stopped he had no clue where they were but he wasn't worried.

He opened the passenger door and slipped out of the car finally taking a second to look around at where they were. "Not bad." He muttered to himself as he took a joint out of his pocket. Next he opened the drivers door and motioned for Allegra to come out of the car. "Want one?"

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closed @valxreyes where / vinyl destination

Allegra hopped off the back of her bike lithely, reaching up to remove the sport helmet and attach it to the bars. The only problem with New York was that everyone wanted to sit and take a selfie on the pretty sport bike, she wheeled it to the alley alongside the dumpster. The mechanic kissed two fingers and touched them to the warm metal of the gas tank before covering it with a tarp and heading inside.

Her hips swayed before she made it through the doors to the record store, the bassline catching enough for her to hear, it flooded loudly around her when she headed in. She drew racing-red nailed fingers down the stacks of records, lingering near the S'. This was the perfect place to talk without being overheard. A familiar form crossed into her periphery and she smiled at the wall. In low tones, she asked, "What are we dealing with here, boss? They can't be serious. Did that call hit everyone?"

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No Time To Die (2021)

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These were her favourite drives, when the night lights spread out like stars though they blotted the real ones from the sky this close to Manhattan; with the smudgy indigo of smog and life going on at all hours. Dante was rarely this pensive and if the news before the call hadn't unsettled him, she'd have been shocked. She let the miles be eaten away by his sleek, powerful personal car, windows down to whip her caramel tinted hair. Other than offering him her phone for him to queue songs as they'd left, Allegra hadn't treated the man any differently than usual, waiting for him to be ready for whatever else he needed from her tonight. She let rip on the least observed, longest stretches of highway, the engine a beast that rarely got to show its true power in the slog of every day in NYC.

"You know I'd never let anything happen to bambino." Allegra eased to a stop, throwing one arm behind the passenger side seat to reverse one-handed into the spot. She had driven him to the first place she could think of and the Sands Point Preserve on the Long Island Sound overlooked the broad western side of the city. The sandstone castle structure was a stark silhouette against the water.

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Location: Dante's car

They'd been driving around for a while to nowhere in specific, Dante had simply told her to drive and keep going until he said otherwise. They were at the point when he wasn't even sure where they were. He needed quite and he needed to be somewhere nobody would bother him, that place was his car. "Pull over somewhere, as long as we're not in a shitty ass neighbourhood I'm not trying to get my car keyed."

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Oh, is that ALLEGRA SILVA? I heard the THIRTY-THREE year old is DAUNTLESS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a GETAWAY DRIVER in the SOCIETY.

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full name: allegra isabella rubi silva

nicknames: spitfire, dodge, whip, coyote, correcaminos (road runner), big al, al, ally, alba, legs.

faceclaim:  ana de armas

birthdate: april 19th

alliance: the society

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

occupation: mechanic getaway driver

hometown: sancti spiritus, cuba

sexual orientation: pansexual

relationship status: single

height: 5"3

the rainbow slick of oil on tarmac, red lines of pleasure scratched down your shoulder blades, the ringing of slot machines, a floor length scarlet raw silk gown with nothing underneath it, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, engine grease smudged on your nose, punching nitros and feeling your entire body sing with adrenaline, applying red lipstick in the rearview whilst reversing at high speed, a hand wandering up your inner thigh beneath the table, dancing to guajira over a tinny radio with sunlight pouring through the blinds, sweat glistening on bronze collarbones, the pop and spray of champagne, the feeling of your body nearing g-forces.

Basilio and Catalina were an unlikely pair: one a street rat drag racer, who learned everything he knew from the solares of Havana and the other, a decorated army engineer. Their love was instant chemistry, petroleum kissed match, a passion that burned bright and quickly but gifted them three kids.

Allegra spent the first few years of her life bouncing between military bases until her parents separated and Basilio got the career opportunity of a lifetime. He was to be provisionally training some pit crews at Monaco for the Grand Prix, after spending a couple years in his youth experimenting with mechanics on the Indy 500.

After that the stability of the base never felt adventurous enough for Allegra, who spent at least the entirety of race season living with her father overseas, her other siblings remained with Catalina. Endlessly curious, Allegra would sneak out to where her dad was working and start picking up the skills that brought her to the Society.

Basilio saw that wild streak that he had in himself in Allegra and knew that fighting it would only mean losing her entirely, so he indulged her. Teaching her how to hotwire, allowing her to help him experiment chemically with fuel systems. Allegra grew up grease stained but happy.

She loved her mother but they fought endlessly and she always ended up in trouble for getting into the hangars on base and tinkering with the heavy 4x4s and tanks. Allegra was a constant flight risk. These exploits were aided by her being a competitive gymnast since she was six and her taking up free-running when she spent time in London with her dad before races at Silverstone.

Sensation is everything to Allegra, anything that gets her blood up or adrenaline running is something worth doing.

Organised a simulated Italian Job Scavenger Hunt for her fifteenth birthday party with her car meet friends. The real way to win was to be the last car of the night to be caught and arrested. She very nearly ruined her entire future but just managed to get off by the skin of her teeth.

The champagne and glitter of the Formula One circuit, kids of millionaires becoming Allegra's earliest playmates. She terrorized and captivated them in equal measure; they were fascinated by this little Cuban girl causing so much trouble, she taught the children of diplomats ring of fire, how to take their tequila and how to get out onto the track at night. This is where she got a taste for the finer things, the high life and after that she was used to a certain kind of lifestyle and was going to do anything to maintain it.

Her brother and sister began visiting far more and in turn Allegra would spend a portion of the Winter back in Cuba. She was something of a stranger and something of a legend to friends she had in Havana, she'd been accepted for a mechanics apprenticeship under Ferrari after being caught elbow deep in one of their older models just at the Gran Premio d'Italia at Monza circuit. Another brush with the law that could have ended everything. Though even over the winter she still raced, she still broke into old mansions, llegaypones and bajareques with her friends, setting off firecrackers and doing the usual hoodrat shit.

Basilio was considering sending her back to Cuba permanently as her antics could reflect poorly on him, something she knew she'd despise. She needed newness, travel, novelty, excitement. Ferrari sent her to school, a strange combination of mechanical, electrical engineering, chemistry and physics that for the first time actually challenged her mind instead of leaving her bored and disruptive in the classroom.

Giselle, her sister, had slowly morphed into an alternate universe mirror of Allegra, without the mascara smudged last night's party raccoon eyes and the acting out. A perfect slick back bun, ROTC, her mother's miniature.

Then Elle was dead, just like that, her entire family that had just about sustained equilibrium again shattered in every direction. Allegra's father had just bought a house in upstate New York, much to his employers chagrin, he had turned to her and muttered under his breath 'Never move to Indiana, mija'. Now they could barely talk to each other.

Allegra was sixteen and put her head down and got to work. She drifted through the race circuit for almost eight years until she started to get her spark back, her love for the work, her inspiration. Unfortunately, even if you don't experiment with fuel types and engine parts on the race site or race team's HQ, being a mad mechanic scientist reflected poorly on the company and Allegra was dumped on her ass with a small bag of belongings, no fixed address and no village to return to. She completed basic training for the Army but got thrown out after knocking her drill sergeant out, luckily Basilio got her out of Cuba and back to the US. Authority had always had to earn her respect or get nothing.

Worked in a few small garages in NY; Rochester, Carmel, before realising she'd never carve out any respect there and focused her sights on the city.

One thing Allegra had learned in her time with F1 was how to network, so for the first three weeks she hit every bar and club she could remember, using any social leverage she could to get in to see old familiar faces and schmooze her way up. She landed a personal valet, driver position, when posed as having a beautiful thing in the driver's seat would be some kind of novelty for the very rich client and his esteemed guests.

Ingratiated herself fully with the New York car meet and drag race scenes, this is where one of The Society saw her race for the first time and quietly passed her information up the ranks for contact. [ Wanted Connection ]

Names all the cars she's ever driven and 'knows' their personalities. Speaks to them like she's riding a damn horse. Who cares if she gets results. Laments that she never got to go back for 'Hugo the Yugo' that she drove once in Indianapolis.

So what if when she took Society leaders for a test drive so they could see what she could do she very seriously asked: Danza Kuduro or Gasolina? Pick one. She got the job, even if she overexplained the horrendous fate of a young Scandinavian water carrier from early F1 and how she had trained on their simulators and cars which regularly hit 200mph so reacting to obstacles and pedestrians was everything. How blinking could end it all.

Allegra has a range of playlists you can choose when you get in her ride: 80s power anthems, reggaeton, speed metal, punto cubano guajira, classic rock, 2000s sleepover, rap, hip hop, techno trance, an entirely Pitbull playlist entitled 'Pledge Allegiance to Mr. Worldwide' and many, many more.

Uses her devil-may-care reputation to make sure people underestimate her and don't think she's capable of deeper machinations, she's extremely intelligent, even if she also happens to spend a lot of her time at the Ruby Casino chatting up boring, ugly clientele. She can slip on a new character every night, they don't get to meet her.

Doesn't have an appropriate fear response at all, instead of becoming serious or fearful when afraid she often laughs like crazy, sometimes scaring those not familiar with her particular brand of gearhead. Drifting at 40mph with a maniacally giggling driver is an experience. Though she can seem flippant and capricious to those unfamiliar with her, when it's time to work she flips into a mode that is all steel.

Most often seen cruising the city on her KTM 1290 Super Duke GT motorbike, or in her 1970 Dodge Charger, she loves classic cars.

In her element when she's in her garage come laboratory space, a pair of welder's goggles perched on her head and gesticulating wildly with a wrench, yet few see that, instead they see the polished young lady in a perfectly tailored suit or a raw silk dress sat in the driver's seat.

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100 FEMALE CHARACTERS IN 2021

72. Audrey Rocio Ramirez ☆ Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) dir. Gary Trousdale, Kirk Wise

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“i can fix him” “i can make him worse” im at the gas station yall want anything

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ANA DE ARMAS as Stephanie in Overdrive (2017)