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An immediate roll of her eyes followed Griffin's words, though a playful smile landed on her features mere seconds later. "What a charmer you are," she added as she turned to face him, arms coming to cross over her chest. He towered over her, as usual, which made her want to knock him down to her level even more. "Well, I don't see him anywhere," she broke her eye contact from him and used one hand to gesture around them. "So, you're the next best bet." she took a step towards him, closing the distance between them even if it meant she had to tilt her head back so she could continue looking at him. "Come on," she pouted, trying to look as innocent as possible. Her bright blue eyes searched his brown. "We can even share the Tequila, pretty please Griff."

Chloe was always an interesting one in Griffin's eyes, she always brought a level of fun to the table. "Oh, Chlo" He snickered as he came around her after her barking words walked into her room, and took a seat "This is Dante's club, not mine. I ain't doing shit for you." He said with a smile. "But I'm sure someone will jump to their feet to give you exactly what you need in mere seconds, don't you worry."

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Name: Chloe Isla Marín

Age: 27

Birthday/Zodiac: August 22nd, 1997 — Leo

Face Claim: Mirela Balic

Occupation: Money Launderer with The Serpents

Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis female & she/her

Hair color: Bright red

Eye color: Bright blue

Brief Bio: tw brief mention of physical abuse/death

Chloe was born into a middle-class family of four in Manhattan, New York.

Her birght blue eyes had been said to behold how bright her future was going to be, or something like that.

When she was younger she knew what kind of lifestyle she wanted to life, to endure and the one she was living was not living up to her standard.

From middle school age she had already found ways to profit from various 'business ventures' whether it be a candy business or a selling 'designer' bags and clothes.

Her mother and father didn't bat an eye, nor did they ever really know what she was doing to get the money to buy all of the fancy things she wanted—they just figured she was doing odd jobs on the side or something like that.

There wasn't much for them to pay attention to anyways with her older sibling taking the brunt of it all, but not in the way she would have wanted for herself.

It was around that age she had seen for the first time the way her father beat them, early morning, mid-afternoon, even late evening he didn't have a time constraint. Their mother complacent in the abuse, finding herself immersed in an audiobook to drown out the sounds. Chloe didn't drown anything out, she made sure she knew every last bit of what was going on so that she knew what she was really saving for at the end of it all.

Her wants and wishes to save her older sibling would end when she was a sophomore in high school, their death coming from the hands of their father as their final beating seemed to go too far.

Sick to her stomach, the image still haunts her of walking into the house and seeing her sibling's dead body on the loiving room floor and her father on the phone with somebody trying to figure out how to clean it all up without a trace.

The amount of men who shuffled into the house soon after to dispose of their body was strange to her, her curious mind further fueled with a need for...what would it be...revenge?

She stayed quiet, minded her p's and q's and played a role of dutiful daughter, lying to those around of her sibling's disappearance, searching for ways to get close enough to know just enough information before she'd strike.

The day came a day after graudation, having finally figured out what her father had been doing most recently to secure cash for the family and just the right way to set him up to take his fall.

Chloe sent an annoymous tip to The Serpents, who her father had been washing money for as she found out, and let it be shown that he had been stealing from them behind their backs. That tip led to her father's death, to which she had watched first hand...with a ghost of a smile playing on her features if the story was ever told to anyone else.

Her mother was told to flee and while Chloe would have been told the same, she offered a counter—let her take his spot, really bring them in money with less risks of getting caught.

Since then she's proven to be an asset, not only with money but in her hand-to-hand combat skills along with her precision with guns and knives—keeping one handy at all times.

She's been in the area since birth, now fully engrained in the Serpent lifestyle, even though she's had a few run-ins with the others, romantic and other.

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who: chloe and anyone @sinnerssquarestart where: Pandemonium

"Puta madre," rolled off of her tongue as the redhead sat in her VIP section, blue eyes reading the lit-up screen of her phone with annoyance brewing over her features. There were some things just not going her way, and instead of enjoying her night, she was trying to now figure out backup plans she didn't think she'd need in the first place. A roll of her eyes came next as she clicked the screen of her phone off and slid it back into the course that was at her side, a hand immediately reaching out for another drink. To her further annoyance, the tequila bottle was empty, which prompted her to get up and walk out of her section and around the crowd of people who swarmed the area to go to the bar for a refill—not wanting to wait on one of the bottle girls to show up. "I need two more of these please, as quick as possible would be nice."

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Chloe was bored, and when she was bored she ventured off around the city. She knew there were places she could and couldn't go, but sometimes she liked to test the waters—see what kind of trouble she could stir up and whose feathers she could ruffle. That was one of her favorite games. Tonight, though, she had decided to keep her chaos to a minimum and found herself at Alibi, enjoying her tequila pineapple when the seat next to her was taken and she was being spoken to. "Usually the crowd decides that," she quipped, blue eyes glancing over to get a look at him. "What would you play instead?"

Location: The Alibi Central Status: Open @sinnerssquarestart

Rowan was a long way from Bushwick, but he needed to be away from the yard for a little while. He had enjoyed the night celebrating with Jason and Zak, but it left a lingering feeling he wanted to escape. The dive bar was the perfect place. He took a seat at the worn bar and ordered himself a beer. "They always play shitty music here?" He asked as another top forty hit started to play from the speakers.

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but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me

if it hurts to breathe, open a window

oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can’t go