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Tweak says, "I want you.... to want.... ME!"

Marcella Bellini (born_greater) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-06-09 09:22:00

Current mood:	predatory
Entry tags:	guy of gisborne, marcella bellini

WHO Guy of Gisborne, Marcella Bellini
WHEN Tuesday evening
WHERE Outside a bar in Manhattan
WHAT John pulling a classic power move
WARNINGS mentions of sexual assault & rape

Of course, when John told Guy of Gisborne to meet him, he had little to no intention of showing up. Gisborne was getting a little presumptive. He needed to be put in his place and reminded who was the king here.

As 7pm ticked around, John checked his phone, pursing his lips in thought and glancing up at Isabelle. He would be a fool to walk away from her tonight. They had cooked together, with laughing, flirty touches, and if he played his cards right, he could have her on her back on the new rug in the new living room before the night was out.

Perhaps it was Isabelle's influence that made him message his assistant, instead of leaving Gisborne out to dry.

I need you to meet someone at [this address]. Go now. I will tell you what to say to him shortly.

**

Marcella was, it could be said, loitering in a McDonalds when she got the message. Luckily, the bar her boss wanted her to go to wasn't that far away, so she could probably make it in not too long a walk.

She'd heard of Guy before. John had vented about him in her presence once or twice, of his intrusive manner and unreliability. She was curious to see what he was like. She still hadn't met many immortals. John didn't appear to be all that popular with them. She would have to make a plan for that one day soon, but in the mean time, this was an opportunity.

She didn't want to get there on time. John was firm on that point. Make him wait, piss him off a bit. She strolled down the block towards the bar, messaging on her phone, telling her "boyfriend" she would be late, to which she so maturely received an angry emoji in reply. With an eyeroll, she stopped and leaned against a wall to take off her Vans and replace them with her work heels, shiny black LouBoutins. Using a window for a mirror, she tidied her hair, smoothing it into a high bun, then took a selfie to reaffirm that her make-up was on point.

Then with a sharp click of her heels, she strode towards the man she was instructed to meet.

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black_guard
2020-06-08 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Gisborne was definitely angry when he realized John was either very late, or he'd hung him out to dry to look like an absolute fool. He looked at his watch with absolute disgust. This place had rich people money all over it, and he was not only in uniform but uncomfortable. He sat at his end of the bar, refusing a drink until the wanker showed his face. The only thing he had in front of him was a glass of water.

He heard the heels clink against the black and white tile floor, but he didn't even lift his head. He expectantly called John on his cell number about to curse him out.

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born_greater
2020-06-08 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Marcella stopped next to the angry-looking cop and cleared her throat lightly. At least he was good-looking in a bad-boy kind of way. She had her phone out, shooting off an email and pretending like she had no interest in Gisborne, putting out a snooty and slightly bored demeanour.

"You're Gisborne, right?" she said, barely glancing at him. "Yeah, Mr Haveland won't be able to make it tonight."

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black_guard
2020-06-08 11:57 pm UTC (link)

The line was still ringing when there was a pair long legs and heels were standing right beside him. He looked her up from the ground first, meeting her eyes with confusion and annoyance. Who was she? As soon as she mentioned John, he turned the phone off and set it aside. "What are you, his freelance assistant?" He imagined with John's money he had a different one every week. She looked young, but not so young he couldn't admire her.

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	born_greater 2020-06-09 12:04 am UTC (link)
	"Hardly freelance, rude," Marcie replied with a touch of huffiness. She'd been his personal assistant for just over a year and a great deal of pride in it. His law interns were dime a dozen, but she kept his life ticking. "He sent me to check on you, make sure you are cooperating with the plan. Are you?" She looked him up and down, cocking an eyebrow. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

black_guard
2020-06-09 12:16 am UTC (link)

"Pardon, I figured he had a different assistant every week." John didn't have the patience for just one girl, he was still surprised the one he scooped up months ago was little more than a stray kitten he'd toss out later. This one here, well, she looked very similar. Maybe there was something to his tastes that weren't all that bad.

"What do you know of those?" Was she trying to get something out of him? Scheming to turn his head. Gisborne wasn't that easy, did John think her pretty face would make him easy?

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born_greater
2020-06-09 12:28 am UTC (link)

"Well you figured wrong," she said coldly. "It's none of your business what Mr Haveland tells me. You only have to know what I'm telling you from him. And he wants to make sure you don't deviate and run off half-cocked. Finish the job Malcolm started and then you move forward from there."

She pursed her lips a little, glancing at the bar. She didn't feel like going back to deal with Troy, would much rather have a few drinks and forget about him. But work came first, then she would go somewhere else and see how her night turned out.

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black_guard
2020-06-10 02:30 am UTC (link)

Well wasn't she haughty, she seemed to think she was someone important. He had a feeling John put her around to look at and mess with, not use for her brain. He also didn't take to being told what to do by a woman. "Tell John I have things under control. I was on the trail before Malcolm got involved." That pretentious shit Sheriff. He wished he had an arrow through his neck.

While Gisborne did not enjoy her dishing out orders, he thought maybe she had some more intel on John that could be useful. "Why don't you sit down and have a drink." He'd been holding out this long, he could use one himself.

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born_greater
2020-06-10 02:41 am UTC (link)

Marcie paused. She probably shouldn't. Mr Haveland probably wanted the message sent and that was it. But... she had to admit to herself that she was curious about other immortals, and this Gisborne seemed like a bit of a shit but also a little interesting, and it didn't hurt to know people. She glanced around the bar at the other patrons, all of them dressed in designer clothes and perfectly fashionable, and then back at Gisborne in his police uniform and definitely un-trendy haircut.

Perhaps she could manage one drink.

She sniffed and lifted herself onto the bar stool next to him, not making eye contact. "I'll have a cosmopolitan," she said, placing her bag on her lap and leaning one elbow on the bar.

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	black_guard 2020-06-10 03:08 am UTC (link)
	His eyes did linger a bit when she took a seat. He thought it should definitely be illegal for a skirt to be that short. His eyes went back to her face and then to the bartender for his own drink. He didn't do fancy, but he could pretend to be classy. "Whisky sour, extra bourbon, no cherry." He said he could do classy, not girly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	born_greater 2020-06-10 03:36 am UTC (link)
	Marcie accepted her glass with grace, taking a quiet sip. She was trying to size Gisborne up out of the corner of her eye so he didn't think her too curious. "So, I assume you and Mr Haveland go quite far back," she said, trying to imply that she knew who he was. "How did you get to be a cop?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

black_guard
2020-06-10 11:50 pm UTC (link)

He squinted at her trying to figure out how much she knew. John didn't tell her did it? That seemed a difficult thing these days for a immortal to do. John wouldn't be that stupid, or maybe he was.

"We go quite far back---" he took a swallow of his drink, picking up that maybe she did know, but he was playing cautious. "How much has he told you about himself?" Another swallow. Was this chick a distraction or a spy? Or maybe he just wanted to trip Guy up. Did she have to be so beautiful? "I've been in law enforcement of some sort since the beginning." Maybe at first more like a hired killer, but that was the law in those days, that was how the rich folk dealt criminals like Robin Hood.

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born_greater
2020-06-11 12:31 am UTC (link)

"Not as much as I've worked out on my own," Marcie replied, allowing herself a touch of smugness. It had taken some time but she'd done the work and figured John out: the length of time he'd been working at his current firm versus the age he presented himself as, the clues he'd dropped when she had been trustworthy but discreet, the odd reaction he'd had one day when someone was talking about Robin Hood. She was a clever girl, she'd done her reading. "You are Guy of Gisborne, aren't you." More of a statement than a question.

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black_guard
2020-06-11 01:28 am UTC (link)

He swirled the liquid around in his glass setting it back down when she made such a wild announcement. He could play her for a fool and tell her she was crazy, turn the tables a bit. Yet, outside of the immortal world there were so few that knew of it. The other question, what did she want out of it? He nodded his head and looked into that pretty face. "I am." Was she completely devoted to being John's underling, or did she have other plans? He was curious to know them and find them out.