Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 7, 2015 21:38:06 GMT -5
She waited until Finn was totally asleep before leaving. She made sure to write a note explaining that she had to go home and that she hoped he felt better. God tonight was long and she was happy that she was able to take Finn of the ledge, but still she needed time to calm down from that and try to heal up all these damn little bruise from where he tried to choke her. And it funny because she wasn't even mad at him or anything for doing it, she was just worried that she won't be there next time he snaps and he has one of those moments where he's back in france and his instinct is to kill everything.
She wander down to her dressing room and open the door, quickly pulling on a robe and looking in the mirror. Goddamn he really did a number on her neck didn't he? No way she could go out there like this. Ana reach for her wand but was stopped by a knock on the door. She sighed and got up to open it not expect him to be the one there...
"Heath... Hi." Anastasia said swallowing some and letting him inside her dressing room with a soft click of the door behind her. "I was going to talk to you after my set but... I got distracted halfway through with Finn and..." The woman swallowed and brushed her hair back behind her ears before asking. "Are you okay? How's Maureen? Just... Are you okay?"
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 7, 2015 23:01:14 GMT -5
Heath sat patiently on one of the soft, velvet sofas of the back room he's of the Underground and waited for Ana in silence. It had been an eventful few days since he had last spoken with her at the bar, and since that late night, he could not stop thinking about her or what she had said to him. Her words, no matter how hard he had tried to forget about them, remained in his head. Being a man of action, he needed closure; though this time, closure for him would mean knowing that she would be alright.
His eyes only lifter once he realized she had made to her dressing room; her figure vanishing inside. With one swift move, he stood to his feet and knocked on the door before being greeted and let inside. He shuffled through quietly, and once the door had closed and he knew they were completely alone, he offered a wide, coy smile on his face.
"I'm fine, and so is my cousin, thanks for asking." He retorted, his gaze finally landing on the light bruising around her neck. "The real question is, are you?" Heath asked, motioning to the blue-black marks against her porcelain skin.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 8, 2015 13:50:53 GMT -5
"Yeah I'm okay." She said with a soft sigh some before walking back over to her vanity and pulling out a cigarette from a box on the table. A snap of her fingers lit it and she looked over at Heath. She could tell his eyes were on the bruises around her neck and she looked away from him, not in the mood to talk about what happen at all. She just wanted to curl into bed and not come out for a few days, she wanted to drink herself into a coma and not wake up. Now that she knew what Finn of all people thought of her... it was like she would never get away from it and never really have anyone understand.
"Did you really hang around all evening just to talk to me?" She asked some raising her eyebrows slightly. "I figure you would have gone home or something, it's been a long couple of days for your whole family..." That was probably a huge understatement but it was the best one she could make right now.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 12, 2015 9:09:41 GMT -5
Heath frowned considerably as he studied her demeanor silently. She was cautious and careful, as if she was trying to hide some sort of secret from everyone else. With his eyebrows raised, he slowly stood to his feet, careful not to alarm her more than he normally did. Why die he care so much about what had happened to her, anyway? To many, she was just a normal, run-of-the-mill prostitute with no special talents whatsoever. But, for him, she was....well, she was more than that. He could make out the similar fire of passion that burned in her own eyes; he recognized it simply because, in a way, she reminded him of himself.
"My family are civilized and can figure everything out themselves," He then paused and smirked. "Well, most of them are. Now," Heath paused once more, taking a step towards Ana. "Are you willing to tell me why there's marks on your skin?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 12, 2015 14:03:09 GMT -5
"I'm sure." She said with a smirk which quickly faded. She wasn't much in the mood for keeping up her little act tonight but she had to for just a little longer, just until Heath decided to leave her alone and she could go home. So for now she just had to act like nothing was wrong with her, still the same snarky bitch that got under his skin and stayed there. She had taken her robe off and pulled back on one of her dresses, the button in front being done up as she then looked in a mirror to fix her makeup.
"Nope I am not willing." She said looking over at Heath and inhaling. "Why do you even care so fucking much? You said so yourself." She then stood up and grabbed her purse before pushing her way past him. "At the end of the day I'm nothing more than a whore to fuck right?" Okay so that was a little harsh, the anger and pain she was feeling sort of though at Heath as she took a breath and left her dressing room heading for the door.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 13, 2015 0:49:15 GMT -5
Something was off about Ana...and though he wasn't sure what exactly it was, he knew something was bugging her and he wanted to find out exactly what it was. He furrowed his eyebrows as she she'd her robe, baring her truest form. It took everything he had, but he looked away as she changed, only turned back once he knew she was covered completely. Although he had seen her nude before, something about watching her change without being given permission seemed wrong to him he didn't always treat girls the best, and he admitted that, but he prided himself on giving them space if they needed space.
His eyebrows threaded in confusion at her outburst, and as she pushed past him, he rolled his shoulders back, then spoke loudly. "Hey," Heath pointed in her direction. "I made it fucking clear I didn't want to see you that way anymore. Why are you acting like this?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 13, 2015 13:43:39 GMT -5
"I made it fucking clear I didn't want to see you that way anymore. Why are you acting like this?"
She did stop walking but she didn't turn to look at him. She didn't have to say anything, she owed him nothing. But no she did slowly turn around and looked over Heath with her eyes narrowed at him. "Really? Because you know looking at me with pity is just as bad as looking at me like I'm a whore and really I don't take kindly to either. So you know what... You can continue to think 'poor little russian girl' if you fucking want but I'm not going to sit here and watch you look at me like that okay. I just want some to actually care about me and not just pity me." Nope she was a big girl who could swallow back her tears, she was a big girl...
And honestly this wasn't just Heath's fault for her little outburst. She was tired and done acting like everything was okay, she was sick of trying to be strong all the time... She just wanted for everything to stop. "I... I'm sorry just leave me alone please."She said inhaling and quickly wiping at her cheeks.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 13, 2015 15:35:24 GMT -5
As the air around the both of them grew with a thick, heavy tension, Heath couldn't remember the last time he had felt so confused and conflicted in his life. He felt like shit for not being able to say what Ana probably wanted to hear him say...and instead, he stood there like a fucking idiot. His cheeks flared at her words, and he scowled, but said nothing. He supposed, in a way, she was right. Although he no longer looked at her simply as at her piece of meat...he did pity her greatly. But along with that pity, came the need to at least try and protect her, and that was why he had been at the Underground that very night, to make sure she was alright.
"I don't want to leave you alone," Heath told her honestly, watching her cry tears of sadness and feeling himself pulled down by her sorrow. "I want to be here for you...and god, I don't know fucking why, but I feel like you need me." He stepped closer to her, keeping his gaze soft and gentle. "I can help you, Ana, if you...you know, let me."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 13, 2015 17:49:22 GMT -5
He wanted to just help her... But no. People don't help her, people just always tell her this is the path she chose and it was something she had to walk alone. "Why?" She asked looking up at him and shaking her head. "Why waste your time helping me when at the end of the day you are going to go on your merry fucking rich boy way after you help the poor russian whore you slept with once." Okay she need a drink and a smoke because she was far far too worked up right now and really it had very little to do with Heath, she was just taking everything out on him. Sure he was sort of to blame but really it was a long list of problems and between him and Finn they were just all set off.
"So why don't you run off and find yourself some new irish fuck toy to play out whatever weird thing you have with me with. Because clearly I really don't mean anything to do outside of something to clear your head of any guilt. At the end of the day I'm gonna go off and live my life and you... well you will live yours with some perfect irish bride and lots of kids and clearly you can't have that with me just fuck off!" Yeah she needed to go, she needed to fun from this room and never look back and run away... but. But this time she couldn't run away. So now what does she do.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 13, 2015 18:15:05 GMT -5
He was faced with real, genuine shock for the first time in his life at that very moment. The little, petite girl from across the room spoke with such an angry, upsetting tone that it almost knocked him backwards. Though he didn't know her completely well enough to tell whether or not she was being serious or not, her words were able to pierce him in an odd sort of way. His scowl slowly turned into a glare, and within a few long, fast steps, he stood above her, his eyes digging into her own.
"So, this is how things are going to be?" Heath asked her. "Fine, this is a waste of my time. You're right, anyway," he then laughed in her face, his own tone riddled with bitterness. "I deserve more than what you can offer me. Even if I did want to settle for you, my family would never allow it. My uncle would punish me of I ever tried to tie myself to you," Heath went on, stepping back to create a bit of space between them.
"Obviously, this isn't meant to work. I don't know why I believed it could. We are two entirely different people." With that, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, then advanced towards the door without so much as another word.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 13, 2015 21:10:46 GMT -5
She was breathing hard with tears rolling down her cheek. What... what did she just say? How could she just say all that right to his face. Half of it she didn't even mean and she let out a sob, and it felt like she had been holding it for forever. He was glaring at her now, standing right in front of her telling her exactly what she already knew. And it wasn't his words that hurt the most it was his laugh, how cold and bitter it was and she knew. He was right they would never... She closed her eyes and looked down before letting out another broken sob.
"So that's it then?" She said inhaling and looking down. "We just give up?" Because clearly he wanted to make something work but he didn't want to admit to it. Whatever he was walking out the door and leaving her on her own like always. She was just an one her own person she guessed. "Goodbye then Heath... I guess I will see you around."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 14, 2015 23:17:47 GMT -5
His feet couldn't carry him across the lounge fast enough. Heath quickly broke out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, then stuck it between his lips before letting out a long, smokey drawl. Joey eyed him with raised brows as he exited the Underground, eventually coming to a stop at the end of the sidewalk. The night air was brisk and cool against his exposed skin, and he kicked at the loose stones on the ground.
Well, that was that. He had put who we was out on the line for Ana to take, and she had flat out rejected him. The feeling of rejection was certainly a new, foreign feeling...and he didn't like it whatsoever. Cursing loudly, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, then chucked it into the street.
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