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PSSIONFRVITS   (  SUNNY  )

‘  i mean, who really needs sleep or time to yourself when you’ve got to spend your evenings getting off a handful of gang members  ?  ’  a pause as her unfortunate turn of phrasing finally sinks in  —  just now, after days of saying it repeatedly.  ‘  yeah, just caught that one. no wonder the booking officer gave me a weird look. ’  humiliating, but that’s besides the point right now ;  she’s slumped in a booth, hovering over her endless files and finishing off a fourth cup of coffee.  ‘  look, i don’t know if you’re concerned about someone or if you’re seeking legal advice yourself, but i’m kind of a disaster at the moment, so … ’

          ‘   CAREER CHANGE?    --- ---  don’t get me wrong,   you could definitely pull off the    escort   vibe,     but it’d be a real waste of your talent.  ’   a backhanded compliment if there ever was one.   she slides in to the booth opposite,   lifting up her arms in order not to disturb the array of papers  on display.   note to self:     buy sunny a binder.    ‘  if we’re thinking of the same booking officer,    i think that’s just his rather unfortunate face. ’    like the patronising woman she is,   marie starts shuffling some files around, aligning them in a way she deems as better,  ‘  PLEASE,   you know the only person i’d trust to represent my reflection  darling.  i’m just here for some good old fashion schadenfreude.  ’

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EMMASXWYER . 

          It wasn’t a loss, not in her perspective. If anything, the gangs were going to attack, whether it was each other or their own rivals, who knew, but someone was bound to slip. Emma had the files she needed, but she had to be there for the evidence, which is why, rather than spending time at her favorite bar, she decided on the diner instead. There was a newspaper sprawled ahead of her, and while she was working on the crossword puzzle, the commotion she heard from ahead had caught her interest more. Was she the type to break up commotions of any kind? No, that wasn’t her job, so she sat there with her own determination. To finish the damn puzzle;

         The louder it became, the more annoyed she grew, and after pushing her newspaper to the side, Emma stood up, only to knock the coffee all over her shirt as she did so. “For fucks sake.” she mumbled before shouting out at the others. “Hey, keep that up and my next drink is going on your check.” and idle threat, but now she had her own mess to clean. “Can I get more tissues here?” she called out, really to anyone who actually had tissues, since her own table had ran out. great service;

        IF THERE WAS  ANYTHING    marie hated more than anything,   it was the smell of grease.   that body-odour resembling scent that greeted her as soon as she stepped foot in the diner.   definitely not her scene.   in front of the doorway stood two,   what could only be described nicely as    antisocial personalities,      pulling and scratching at each other like children.   youths.   she let’s out a sigh,  

        the sharp words coming from the corner of the podunk hellhole snatch her focus.  ‘  sawyer.  ’    she mutters the words under her breath,   smile forming on her lips.  before she knows it,   she’s walking towards the woman, rummaging in her bag for an icebreaker.   ‘ here! ’  her arms stretches out towards emma,   tissues in hand,   ‘   clean yourself up   &   i’ll order you another coffee. ’   like a queen,   she waves her hand in the air,    catching the attention of the waiter  &  motioning towards the coffee cup.  ‘ with all the pressure we’re both under,   GOD knows that we need to stay alert.  ’

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CFWARTORN . 

❛  running in front of —-  ❜  CLINK !! the tray at her side echoed with the sound of the bullet as she dropped it in, a coating of blood dripping from it, but she was quick to worry about dressing the wound instead.  ❛  can you pass me that suture kit please? ❜  she pointed to the woman’s other side where the suture kit lay open, but zee was already focused on cleaning the wound as her patient was moaning and groaning about the pain.  ❛  hey bud, listen — you’re gonna be fine, it’s out i just have to clean and close it, okay? ❜

         ‘  WHAT?  ’    an eyebrow raised,   marie looks to the side of her where, as declared,   the suture kit sat.      when exactly did she offer to be the woman’s second in command?   she isn’t anyones second   (    just ask her husband    ).   begrudgingly she picks up the kit and hands it to her.    this qualifies her for work in a hospital right?    it’s always good to have a backup if the law career goes to shit.   ‘  here!  ’    she turns her head to the woman,   ‘ this guy tell you anything about how  he ended up with a bullet inside him? ’

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OPEN STARTER. 

‘    JESUS   FUCKING   CHRIST    on a cross!   ’     the words are sharp,   sharp enough to make the old woman in the jesus sweater opposite have a mini stroke.   a phone pressed to her ear,  marie grits her teeth,  grinding them together in an effort to ground herself     ‘ no,   i don’t want to talk to his secretary.   just put me on with the commissioner --- ---  i swear to GOD,  if you put me on hold again --- ’     and there’s the music.   a tone she’s gotten ever so used to since she dialed the number a few minutes ago.    looking down,  she cancels the call.   ‘  too busy to talk to the best defence attorney in valdez is he?   must be working the angles with his latest mistress. ’   she looked up at another onlooker,   ‘ oh i’m sorry ...  did i say mistress?    i meant whore.’

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CFWARTON . 

a deep breath, steady thoughts —– it was so much easier dealing with animals, no matter how great her bedside manner may have been for humans the issues that came along with it was just ridiculous. it wasn’t until her newest patient finally became still that zee was able to exhale, a confident smile falling on her lips,  ❛  okay, this…. is going to hurt a little bit, but i have to get that bullet out. ❜ leaning in with the tools she needed, zee looked to the older woman as a fair warning before digging into the leg wound, working out the bullet with care as the patient yowled in pain.  ❛  okay okay got it! ❜

        ‘  SEE !   look what happens when you do as the doctor orders.    ’    it’s a    goddamn  miracle.   marie is quick to assume that the man is probably a cobra,    mainly because most savages weren’t careless enough to get themselves shot   &   she doesn’t recognise him.   the same goes for the nurse.   but marie’s sheer confidence in her ability to seem unthreatening always wins out over sensibility.    ‘ that’s what you get for running in front of bullets. ’  she looks back up to the young nurse,   ‘ people these days. ’

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thcndcr‌ . 

ashton wouldn’t say the bar was his home… but the bar is his home. which is why you can usually find him sitting on a bar stool, either with archie or with bambi somewhere near by. but this was one of the few occasions when he was alone, just thinking. he ignored the person who had sat next to him for a few moments before turning to face them. “want to play a game?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his features.

        ‘ WHY NOT. ’  her fingers grace the side of the glass of water she’s    treated    herself to on her working lunch.   she pretty much hadn’t stopped working since recent events had occurred.   it was about time she had a little fun.    ‘ i’m assuming you mean a drinking game  ---   in which case,   i feel    obliged    to inform you that i was born less than a hundred miles from the russian border.  ’   she pauses,   pushing the glass of water to the side,   ‘  aka,   you don’t stand a chance.  ’ 

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cfwartorn‌ . 

she’d hoped to just be able to close down the office, go home, cuddle up with her cat and sleep the rest of the night away. it became clear however, that ( as the dogs in their assigned kennels in the office howled ) but as she held down the shoulder where a wound needed desperately to be stitched up, she tried to play as nice and patient as humanly possible ,  ❛  listen, i want to HELP you, but i really need you to sit still, okay? please. ❜

        ‘  FOR GODS SAKE   --- ---  did your mother never tell you to listen to your doctors!  ’   handbag thrown over one shoulder,   she walks up from behind the nurses station and clutches on to the injured parties shoulders in hopes that they’ll stop fidgeting.  ‘ now unless you want to lose the arm,   i suggest staying still .  ’   a sentence which  apparently has the desired effect as the wounded person stops fidgeting.   she looks up at the nurse,  ‘  your welcome.   ’ 

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bluexsully‌ . 

“ WHAT ? i needed this alright. it’s been a super stressful day and it’s very needed. ” she says before taking a sip of her martini. 

        ‘   NO   judgement here.  ’     marie’s eyes linger on the beverage,    aching for a taste    ‘  not that i  could  judge ---   i tend to   teeter   in the alcoholic world when it comes to martinis. ’

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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ famke janssen + cisfemale + she/her — have you met marie barovsky? they are a fourty-eight year old known around town as the puppeteer. they’ve been in the gang life for twenty-one years, and currently work for the savages as a law clerk. they are a pansexual scorpio, which means they are tenacious + intellectual, as well as stone-hearted + critical. red bottom heels, crimson lip stick, tight fitting blazers. × jo. twenty. she/her. gmt. ×

hello! i’m jo & i’ve been searching for a crime rp that isn’t pure smut for twelve years ( in azkabaaaaan ). i also needed a group where i can play an older fc, bc deep down i’m a 40 y/o woman. heyooooo. and now for eva.

marie barovsky (pronounced mar-ree with a hard ar bc y not) was the product of ukrainian parents, desperate to come to the states. her parents ran a lil ukrainian bakery in nyc that was all sweet an honest until they went bankrupt and borrowed money from the russian mafia in america back in the day. ( yes this is inspired by red’s backstory from oitnb, sue me)

they pretty much went bankrupt again yeaRS later when the gang wanted to money back and decided to take their bakery for it. so her parents moved back to the ukraine.

by this point marie had ‘fallen in love with’ a member of the gang called nikolai barovsky and decided to marry him.

he left the mafia life behind for her and they moved to valdez together where marie used her knowledge of crime to study law.

she became a qualified defence lawyer and quickly became known for her ability to defend the most evil of criminals. that’s when she fell in to the savages sights, she even represented their members a few times. 

her motto was, and still is. get the verdict by any means necessary. so she’s done some not so authordox stuff to get people found not guilty.

nikolai wasn’t happy about her career startegies, so he tried to leave her. not wanting him to tell anyone about her dealings, marie hit him with her car. the police however listed the death as a revenge crime from a victim of one of the criminals she got released. It’s still an open case. The savages helped her cover her tracks.

she then took a few years off and suddenly resurfaced, now a fully fledged loyal savage member.

but that’s her backstory

since then she’s gone on to represent the savage members many times. prosecutors have switched cases after just hearing her name.

only higher up members of the gang know the truth about her husbands death.

she usually takes the more serious cases like murder etc, bc of her experience.

is a pansexual bae

some connections ideas

friends to drink red wine with.

a non-savage that she regularly has sex with but knows nothing about and vice versa.

people she’s screwed over in court.

criminals she got off.

exes

other lawyer pals/competition

a cop that’s still investigating her husbands death

the savage that recruited her

savages she’s defending after the recent arrests

+ any others that people want to brainstorm. 

I’m pretty much up for anything with this babe. I just want to play my famke muse. pls love her like i do.

like this & i’ll creep in to your ims and attack you ( in a nice way )

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Portrait photoshoot for «NBCUniversal Press Tour Portrait».