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Who: Vivian.
What: Job.
When: Now.

Rating: R for adult content.
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Marty had given her a room at Hush, taking her in as his own flesh and blood. Viv could live in the lifestyle Marty supplied for free but the insisting little nagging voice in her mind wouldn’t leave things alone. Audr refused to sponge off others. She brought New York papers and began circling job opportunities. Her pen hovered over the advertisements, what was a nineteen year old, mostly unschooled…the voice in her head told her to ’shut it’. They were just excuses. Marty could give her any piece of paper she needed and she could practically fake her way through until she could get the hang of the job. Pursing her full glossy lips, Vivian couldn’t fully dispel the doubts. She had settled in at Hush, it had become her home. Still the place wasn’t hers and hers alone.

( Starvation will build character. Your five minutes is almost up...  )

Who: Vivian and Markus.
When: Now.
What: Learning the game.

Rating: R for adult concepts.
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The atmosphere cooled her skin as she made her way into the building. Once inside her eyes adjusted to the difference in light. Scent of beeswax filled her nose, and her hand smoothed along the wooden pews of the church seats. He was easy to spot. Easy to feel. Vivian made her way to him taking a seat up in front. She stretched out across the seat and noted a look of disapproval cross his hard set features.

"One genuflects before taking a seat."

Vivian shrugged, "I'll remember the next time we visit."

"Is this going to be habit forming?" Markus asked. The look of disapproval being replace with a softer look of amusement.

( He knew what she wanted to ask. He had solicited the same questions in the beginning too. Markus only recieved one answer to make sense of the game,  )

Who: Vivian. Breacan. Mac. Eothian.
When: Now.
Where: Trinidad - still.

Rating: R for violence.
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The one thing that surprised Vivian about Audr’s brother was the fact the captain never stopped to kill anyone. She was quite sure he was able to take out the men they were running from, instead, they ran. When she just about had enough of being drag along and finding herself dodging bullets the captain managed to lose the group of hunters. She didn’t under stand why they just didn’t kill the bad guys.

As they drove away in a taken car she gave the man beside her a side glace. He looked like ‘good people’. Her gaze moved over the man’s profile noting the firm jaw with a hint of five o’clock shadow, the elegant nose, the round almost baby face, and soft lips ---lips that didn’t seem to have a cynical line to them --- lips meant for kissing. She wondered who had kissed that mouth. The face was, she decided, impressive. That kind of face could have got him any where and probably did. He was quieter than the strong hand man at the safe house named Mac. Vivian wondered what this man’s story was. There was a story she was certain of that, they all had stories.

( With her head laying against Mac's chest, Vivian was more than pleasantly surprised to find his muscled body still had a softness, making him a some what comfortable human pillow... )

Where: Trinidad safe house.
Who: Mac and Vivian.
When: Now.

Rating: R.
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Surreal.

The only word which seemed to sum up exactly how everything appeared to Vivian.

“I told you already, I’m not repeating myself.”

Her angry gaze settled on the man in front of her.

“Yeah, I heard.” He said.

Not one for a lot of words, that one. She mused. If Vivian had not known him through Audr she would have thought Mac was a big, dumb, brute; the muscle man of the group.

( Other thoughts settled in her mind, old thoughts. Vivian didn’t trust anyone and there was no reason to trust these men. Not the hard man with no hair and the softest eyes she had ever seen... )