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Tweak says, "ask me how I am..."

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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born_greater
2020-06-24 12:31 am UTC (link)

Marcella didn't answer him, just lead the way to Troy's apartment. At least now Guy could see why she was with the man.

She knocked and let herself in. Troy was in the living room, and he got up looking mad when she entered. He wasn't a very tall man, a bit shorter than Guy, and probably a bit wider too, despite all the selfies he took at the gym.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he started angrily. Marcie glared at him.

"What business is it of yours?" she snapped back. "Your cock getting lonely with just your hand for company?"

"Bitch," he growled, advancing on her to pull her into a kiss, but she resisted, hands up to fend him off.

"I only came to get my things. We're over."

"What?" The two of them glared at each other, then Marcie gestured behind her and Troy saw Guy for the first time. He did a small double take and took a step back, taking in the dark-hair cop, then looking back at her. "You need a cop to break up with me?"

"No, I need him to make sure you don't rape me again."

At that he started to splutter, waving his hands. "No- no I never-"

"You think forcing people to suck you off by threatening to break their things if they don't isn't sexual assault?" she demanded, bolstered by the presence of Guy at her back. "How about trying to fuck someone while they're asleep or blackout drunk? You're a dirtbag and I want you to know it."

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black_guard
2020-06-24 02:28 am UTC (link)

Those were a lot of strong accusations, and Guy watched her interestingly not quite able to tell if she was being honest or stretching a big lie to incriminate him further. It didn't quite matter, Guy stood a few heads taller and he put his hand on his belt. Yes his gun was still there, as were the cuffs. Even though this off duty cop's car was a few blocks away.

He tapped the edge of his belt and then questioned if he needed to pull out the baton. He did after circling Troy, smacking it against his hand. He tilted his head and wanted him to try and take a swipe at him, Guy would shove that baton right into his jaw. He himself was no good guy, he probably had treated women just as badly before, but he wasn't the one on trial. "You know what I do with people like you?" He asked Troy, almost egging him on just to get the satisfaction of shoving him down to the ground.

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born_greater
2020-06-24 02:49 am UTC (link)

Marcella watched Guy, and the way Troy was looking nervously at him. Something inside of her was bubbling with excitement and adrenaline, and the way Troy was backing away from Guy with uncertainty etched on his features made her feel energised.

"Now look- wait I- I didn't do those things," Troy said, gulping hard. "You can't do anything to me, it's illegal. You're breaking and entering. Marcie, tell him! Just get your stuff and go!"

He back back through into the living room, Marcella following him. "Just because a girl isn't screaming and fighting doesn't mean it's not rape," she hissed, the need for retribution overtaking good sense.

"I didn't r- assault anyone!" Troy shouted back, unwilling to say the word. "Look, get outta my face, man! This is my home, get out!"

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black_guard
2020-06-24 03:49 am UTC (link)

She was getting off on this, knowing full well she could have come and walked out shoving this guy down the stairs if that's what she thought she had to do. He couldn't quite figure out if he was just part of her little role play, or if there was still an ounce of truth.

Guy took the end of his baton and shoved Troy in the chest. "You don't sound so sure...." so maybe he was playing puppet to her strings, it was okay, he liked this sort of thing.

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born_greater
2020-06-24 04:02 am UTC (link)

Troy pushed the baton away angrily, and next thing he knew he was sitting on the sofa with the air knocked out of him. He couldn't do anything but wheeze as girl who was meant to belong to him went to this cop and wrapped her fingers around his elbow.

"Don't hurt him too much," she said softly. "Just make sure he stays there. Come on, I need some help."

Considering she'd been with this guy a matter of weeks, she seemed to have accumulated quite a bit of stuff at his place. She hadn't planned this or she'd have brought a suitcase of her own, but things as they were she took one of his instead and started throwing stuff into it. If a few items of his went into the case as well as her own, then who was to say. She felt jittery, not sure of what to do next.

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	black_guard 2020-06-24 05:12 am UTC (link)
	What did she want from him? Guy shoved the baton further until he was sure he heard a rib crack, or maybe that was just wishful thinking. He looked down as the idiot had a wet stream slide down his pant leg. "Pissing already," that was usually when he had the gun drawn. A rich arse with all that money and he couldn't even stand up for himself. "Pathetic." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

born_greater
2020-06-24 05:46 am UTC (link)

Troy grimaced at him but stayed where he was. Marcella came out a moment later dragging his Louis Vuitton suitcase, but he just clenched his jaw and looked at the gun on Guy's belt.

"I'm done," she said, and looked at Guy. What now, what now? It wasn't like she'd ever done this sort of thing before. She went to him and took a breath, then reached up to slide her arms around his neck and kiss him. She didn't know that's what she wanted to do before she did it, she just needed to do something more.

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