wish i had a storm warning || LEVI

[eli byrne]

Her clear blue eyes focused on the target that she had just taken down moments before. The gun in her hands felt familiar and comforting and she realized that her heart was rushing from the sensation she had gotten from taking another life. One would think that she would feel a hint of remorse but there was nothing left to give in her stone cold heart. Watching that man fall was satisfying. It was a way that she could get back at the world for what it had done to her and she was more than happy to keep cutting it down. She saw the population as the whole that made up the world so it was easier not to feel guilt that way. Or pity. Especially pity. The young woman was finished with that emotion. Shaking her head slightly as she sneered in disgust at the dead man, she straightened out the black gloves on her hands and dialed the number for the disposal team as she walked away with assurance and confidence in her step. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing and she knew it well. She wouldn't be the one to clean that mess up. Not that she had made a mess, for she always made certain that she didn't leave any trace of herself behind. But the clean up crews took care of disposing of the body. That was the deal she had cut with the mob. She would do the deed, but she would not do the dirty work. Glancing over her shoulder once more at the deserted area, Eli slung her backpack over her shoulder and holstered the Colt behind her back. Feeling satisfied and like she did a job well done, the young woman could now meet her brother for lunch.

They had a lunch date every Friday she was running late. She had run into some complications from the job she had been assigned so of course she had needed to finish that first. The man she had been sent to assassinate had changed his schedule half way through the door and Eli had managed to tail him skillfully. She was a cold hearted killer. It was what she did. Sighing to herself, she shoved her gloves into her pockets and was soon striding along to the black Audi that had been lent to her for this job. She actually liked the standard and was thinking about keeping it. Furrowing her brow, she eased her bag of gear into the back seat and then got into the driver's seat. She needed to drive a bit recklessly if she wanted to make it to their lunch time semi on time. She'd never hear the end of it if she didn't show up. Revving the engine, she took off, tires squealing from the rate of speed which she had asked the car for at the very beginning. It went easily, flying along the back country roads as Sapphire Bay came closer and closer to her. Eli's eyes were now shaded by the aviators she always wore, and her blonde hair fell in waves down her back since she had set it loose from the constricting braid. The braid kept pieces of hair from falling out though. She was meticulous and she had her routines. She wasn't going to break them now just because they were in a newer place with newer jobs. She was still the same old routine making, rule following Eli. That was important to remember. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she relaxed as she saw town appear up ahead. She was only ten minutes late. He would live. He always did.

Pulling onto the street that their dive restaurant was located on, Eli parked the Audi and locked it up tight. She had changed in her car, which was something that Levi never failed to make fun of her for. But to match the warm, sunny weather, she wore a short pair of denim shorts with a loose brown material shirt over a tank top. The loose material hid the gun that she was hiding on her, but unfortunately her tan sneakers couldn't hide a knife. That was such a pity. Trying not to think about it, she finished the look off with a brown belt wanting her brother to think that she actually put some thought and time into this outfit. Getting out, she strode away after locking it and went straight into the restaurant, lifting her sunglasses to lift to the top of her head. Her eyes adjusted to the light change and she saw her brother sitting off to the side at their regular table. Great. She wished that she had beat him. Just this once. Shaking her head, she approached him with a smile. "Sorry bud. It just took me forever to figure out what to wear. You know how it is." She stated with an innocent look on her face. Her brother was the only one who could see straight through her lies. Sitting down across from him, she looked her twin in the eye. "Did you order yet?"

976 WORDS | COMPLETE | LEVI | OUTFIT
LYRICS BY ALL TIME LOW | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
NOW GIVE THEM A NICE NOTE HERE!

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[jett]

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SWINGING OFF OF HIS MOTORCYCLE AS IT RUMBLED TO SLEEP, JETT PULLED HIS RIDING GLOVES OFF OF HIS HANDS ONE FINGER AT THE TIME USING HIS TEETH. HE STOOD OUT FRONT OF THE FIVE GUYS WHERE HE MET HIS SISTER EVERY FRIDAY FOR LUNCH, BUT HE WASN'T WORRIED ABOUT GETTING INSIDE RIGHT AWAY. SHE WAS CHARACTERISTICALLY LATE AT ALL TIMES, SO HE KNEW HE'D BEATEN HER EVEN WITHOUT GOING INSIDE. STUFFING THE GLOVES INTO ONE OF THE SADDLE BAGS ON HIS BIKE, HE ADJUSTED HIS AVIATOR SHADES ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE AND CHECKED HIS REFLECTION ON THE SIDE MIRROR OF THE BIKE. FLUFFING UP HIS HAIR A BIT SO IT DIDN'T APPEAR QUITE AS WINDBLOWN AND SOOTY, HE PULLED OUT A CIGARETTE, POPPED IT BETWEEN HIS LIPS AND PULLED OUT HIS LIGHTER. JETT HAD A THING ABOUT FIRE. IT WASN'T JUST A NORMAL OBSESSION: HE WAS A FULL-BLOWN PYROMANIAC. SOME PEOPLE WERE ADDICTED TO DRUGS, JETT WAS ADDICTED TO FIRE. HE HAD NUMBERLESS SCARS LITTERING HIS MUSCULAR BODY WHERE HE'D BURNT HIMSELF OVER THE YEARS. IT NEVER HURT, THAT WAS PART OF HIS FASCINATION. HE COULD WATCH THE SKIN MELT BENEATH THE FLAME, GIVING WAY TO THE HIGHER POWER, BUT IT ONLY FASCINATED HIM AND DIDN'T HURT. HE COULDN'T COUNT THE TIMES ELI HAD BANDAGED HIM UP BECAUSE HE'D BURNED HIMSELF AND DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE HE WAS BLEEDING TO DEATH. THAT WAS WHAT MADE HIM SUCH A GOOD BALLISTICS AND TORTURE SPECIALIST. HE HARDLY EVER FELT PAIN. IT WAS ALSO WHAT HAD KEPT HIM ALIVE SO LONG AROUND CONNOR, BUT THAT WAS BESIDE THE POINT.

PULLING HIS TEE SHIRT DOWN AS HE WALKED TO THE STOREFRONT WITH HIS CIGARETTE DANGLING OUT OF HIS LIPS, WHICH WERE COVERED WITH FIVE O'CLOCK SHADOW HE HADN'T BOTHERED TO SHAVE, JETT EXAMINED HIS REFLECTION IN THE LARGER WINDOWS ON THE RESTAURANT. HE HAD SOOT ON HIS SHIRT AND SOME ON HIS PANTS, NOT TO MENTION THE GRAY ASHEN MARKS ON HIS BOOTS. HOW SHAMEFUL. PAUSING A MOMENT IN THE SPARSE GRASS IN FRONT OF THE BURGER JOINT, HE WIPED HIS SHOES IN THE GRASS AND BLEW OUT A PUFF OF SMOKE EVEN AS HE FLICKED HIS LIGHTER ON AND OFF IN HIS FREE HAND (A HABIT OF HIS). HE DIDN'T PARTICULARLY CARE IF PEOPLE SAW THE EVIDENCE OF AN EXPLOSION ON HIM, BUT HE LIKED LOOKING PRESENTABLE IN PUBLIC. STRANGE AS IT MAY BE, JETT BYRNE CARED VERY MUCH ABOUT HIS STYLE, BUT HE WAS A BALLISTICS GURU BY CHOICE AND THAT MEANT HE GOT A BIT SOOTY ON OCCASION. THIS PARTICULAR DAY SAW HIM BLOWING UP A WAREHOUSE FILLED WITH A SHIPMENT OF SOMETHING OR OTHER FOR THE SAPPHIRE BAY POLICE DEPARTMENT. HE ESPECIALLY ENJOYED THE JOBS WHERE HE GOT TO FUCK WITH LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT. THE DONUT-SWILLING PUSSIES.

SMILING AT HIS REFLECTION IN THE WINDOW, HE STEPPED UP TO THE DOOR AND SWUNG IT OPEN, HIS CIG STILL HANGING FROM HIS LIPS. UM, EXCUSE ME, SIR? CAME THE IRRITABLE LITTLE VOICE OF ONE OF THE CRIMSON-APRONED WORKERS, BUT YOU CAN'T SMOKE IN HERE. GLANCING AROUND INNOCENTLY - DESPITE THE FACT HE KNEW WELL AND GOOD THAT THERE WAS NO SMOKING IN ANY CALIFORNIA RESTAURANT - JETT POINTED AT HIS CHEST AS IF HE WAS SURPRISED HE WAS THE ONE BEING ADDRESSED. WITH A CROOKED GRIN, HE PUSHED HIS SUNGLASSES UP INTO HIS BLOND HAIR AND PULLED THE CIGARETTE FROM HIS LIPS WITH HIS OTHER HAND. "YOU MEAN THIS?" HE ASKED IN HIS RICH IRISH ACCENT. DROPPING THE BURNING CIGARETTE TO THE FLOOR, HE STAMPED IT OUT DRAMATICALLY RIGHT ON THE RESTAURANT'S STONE FLOOR AND OFFERED THE SNIVELING LITTLE PRICK ANOTHER SMILE. "I'LL HAFTA REMEMBER THAT NEXT TIME, AYE LADDY?" THE WORKER NODDED NERVOUSLY AND SKITTERED AWAY. HE'D BEEN APPROACHED BY THE LITTLE MAN BEFORE, AND HE ALWAYS ENJOYED SCARING HIM. NO MATTER HOW RUDELY HE BEHAVED, HE WAS NEVER THROWN OUT BECAUSE THE LITTLE MANAGER WAS SCARED OF HIM. IT ENTERTAINED HIM WHILE HE WAITED FOR HIS SISTER.

APPROACHING THE COUNTER, HE SMILED A FLIRTATIOUS SMILE AT THE CASHIER, ORDERED HIS USUAL AS WELL AS HIS SISTER'S, HAVING CONFIRMED SHE HAD NOT ARRIVED AND WOULD BE ALONG SHORTLY, AND THEN WENT TO THEIR CORNER TABLE TO AWAIT HER ARRIVAL. BEFORE LONG, HE SAW THE AUDI PULL UP OUTSIDE AND ELI POUR OUT OF IT LIKE A PANTHER. HE FROWNED AS SHE GLIDED UP THE WALKWAY, BUT HE SAT SILENTLY UNTIL SHE ARRIVED AT THE TABLE AND SLID INTO HER CHAIR. WHEN HE HEARD HER WORDS, HE RAISED HIS EYEBROWS AND NODDED, UNDERSTANDING THE DOUBLE MEANING THERE INSTANTLY. THEY HAD BEEN IN THIS LIFE FOR A LONG TIME; THEY HAD DEVELOPED CODE WORDS FOR EVERYTHING SO THEY COULD TALK AROUND ANYONE ELSE WITHOUT GIVING THEMSELVES AWAY. "HAD TO GET GAS IN THE BIKE, SO NO WORRIES," HE REPLIED, KNOWING SHE WOULD UNDERSTAND HIM IN THE SAME WAY. GIVING HER A QUICK LOOK OVER, HE RAISED AN EYEBROW AND POINTED THE STRAW HE'D PULLED OUT OF HIS DRINK AND BEEN CHEWING ON AT HER OUTFIT. "BUT REALLY, WHEN DO YOU GO OUT IN PUBLIC LIKE THIS? HOW ABOUT NEXT TIME, JUST WEAR UNDERWEAR AND NOTHING ELSE," HE SUGGESTED SARCASTICALLY, WITH A HINT OF A PROTECTIVE BIG BROTHER TONE TO HIS VOICE. HE KNEW BETTER THAN ANYONE THAT HE COULDN'T CONTROL WHAT ELI DID - AND HE HAD NO DESIRE TO DO SO - BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP HIM FROM USING HIS BIG BROTHER VOICE ON HER EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE.

"JUST WAITING FOR THE BURGERS TO COME UP," HE REPLIED TO HER QUESTION AS HE LOUNGED BACK IN HIS CHAIR, PUTTING HIS BOOTS UP ON THE TABLE AND SMILING CASUALLY AT THE MANAGER WHO GLARED AT HIM FROM ACROSS THE ROOM BUT HUDDLED BEHIND THE CASH REGISTER AND DIDN'T MAKE A MOVE TO CORRECT HIM. "SO... THE FASHION BUSINESS BEEN GOING WELL LATELY?" HIS CROOKED SMILE EMERGED AS HE LOOKED AT HIS TWIN. THE 'FASHION BUSINESS' WAS WHAT THEY CALLED HER GUN-RUNNING, AND HE THOUGHT HIMSELF CLEVER FOR MAKING HER A 'FASHION DESIGNER'. IT HAD BEEN HIS IDEA, AND SHE'D COME UP WITH HIS 'OCCUPATION'. IT WAS THEIR LITTLE WAY OF TEASING EACH OTHER AND BONDING. THEY HAD THAT WEIRD INTUITION THAT TWINS SOMETIMES HAVE, AND HE COULD ALMOST SENSE SOME STRANGE MIXTURE OF TENSION AND RELIEF IN HER, BUT HE WOULD NEVER ASK UNLESS SHE WANTED HIM TO. HE KNEW HER TOO WELL TO PUSH HER, JUST AS SHE KNEW WHEN AND HOW FAR SHE COULD PUSH HIM BEFORE IT GOT DANGEROUS.

NOTES, EVIL TWIN POWER!. WEARING, THIS. WORDS, 1092.
TEMPLATE BY ROYALSTANDARD.

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[eli byrne]

She was exhausted and run down but she would never admit that to anyone. The young woman was taking on more and more jobs and she was doing it purposefully. She wanted to distract herself because lately the nightmares she was having were overwhelming and uncontrollable. She had tried everything. Eli had taken sleeping pills to try and knock herself out so completely that she didn't have the energy to dream. That hadn't worked. She had had her worst nightmare on that night. The images and the memories of what had happened to her in that Afghanistan concentration camp were clear and sharp and she was suffering. She was far too proud to ever admit that it hurt her but it did. She wanted to tell her brother, she really did. But she didn't want to lose his respect. If he knew the truth about how weak she had been while at war she'd lose everything. It wasn't up for debate. She couldn't tell him, she just couldn't. Just like she couldn't tell anyone else. No one would understand. She wasn't going to risk losing the reputation that she had worked so long and hard for.

Sighing slightly, she sunk back in the seat across from her brother, her mind lost in thought and obviously completely distracted. Things were weighing down on her shoulders now and it was getting harder and harder for her to stand it. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that their parents were dead. She had been so petrified of losing Jett because of the tragedy that she had instantly put her own sorrows and mourning on hold. She never blamed her twin for that but she knew that he could feel her restlessness and her uneasiness. He always could, just like she could always feel that something was wrong with him. He seemed perfectly content though which was exactly what she wanted and needed to know and feel. That was just how she was. She put him before herself every single time and she didn't have any complaints. But eventually she was going to break, and one could only hope and pray that Jett was the only one there when that happened. There was no telling what she was going to do. Sucking in a deep breath, she was aware of the fact that he was talking to her. Pulling herself from her exhausted stupor, she blinked the sleep away from her eyes and studied him. He did look good, despite the few ash and soot streaks on his clothes. Well that answered her question. He had blown something up today. As he told her to just wear underwear next time, she regarded him with a cool expression on her face.

"I'll wear the lace pair just for you brother dearest." Eli confided in him, sitting back in her seat with her arms crossed. Normally she would have snapped back at him but her temper wasn't rising today. They were both normally fire crackers when it came to the arguments that they had, but the fights were hysterical to witness. They both just hurled insult after insult at one another and when that didn't work, things got violent. Only the siblings could handle what the other threw at them. It was certainly a love hate kind of thing, but Eli was extremely close to Levi, as she still referred to him by. She loved her brother with everything that she had. He was all that she had and she would protect him with her very being if it came down to it. Anything for her brother, that's what she would do. When he announced that they were just waiting for the burgers, she nodded. "Thanks. I'll buy next time." She was going to try to get here on time for their next lunch date if it was the last thing that she did. It wasn't her fault really. She had to make sure all the loose ends were tied up, and when she was on a run that got even trickier. As he put his feet up on the table, she scowled across at him. Grabbing his ankles, she shoved them off, giving him the look that she was famous for. "Manners, Levi. Don't be a swine." She snapped at him in warning. He was going to smile at her, she just knew it. That was how irritating he could be and it drove her crazy.

And he knew it too, which made it even worse. Glaring at him once more as a warning to keep his feet on the floor, she sat forward when he asked her about her fashion business. She was happy for the code words but she knew he had given her that title purposefully. She hated it. She would have never gotten into fashion. Thinking back to her week, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "A lot of new clients. One got way too picky so I ended our contract. I just got out of that meeting a few minutes ago." She said, checking her watch as she spoke. Glancing up at her fire loving brother, she shrugged once more. Business was good. That was what mattered now. "How about you? The flower shop still blooming?" She said with a coy smile upon her lips. Him. Growing flowers. That was a joke. Waiting for his response, she took a drink of the coke he had gotten her, glad to have something to distract her. She just needed this day to be over. She was definitely more at ease now that she was with Jett, but she just wanted to be done and at home.

1114 WORDS | COMPLETE | LEVI | WEARING
LYRICS BY SKILLET | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
NEEDED A TEMPLATE CHANGE. SORRY THIS POST SUCKS

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[jett]

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NO ONE WHO DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW BETTER WOULD GUESS JETT WAS THE OLDER OF THE TWO TWINS. OFTENTIMES, HE WAS PLAYFUL AND RAMBUNCTIOUS LIKE A LITTLE KID, AND HE GOT HIMSELF IN TROUBLE MORE OFTEN THAN HIS SISTER DID. EVEN WHEN THEY WERE CHILDREN, SHE'D BEEN THE MORE SERIOUS GO-GETTER TYPE, WHILE HE ENJOYED BLOWING CRAP UP AND THAT WAS ABOUT IT. THEY WERE EQUALLY INTELLIGENT AND DILIGENT, BUT ELI HAD ALWAYS TAKEN LIFE MORE SERIOUSLY THAN HIM. HOWEVER, NOW THAT THEY WERE ADULTS AND BOTH WERE MEMBERS OF THE IRISH MAFIA, THEY BOTH HAD TO TAKE LIFE SERIOUSLY OR THEY WOULD LOSE IT. BEING A BALLISTICS EXPERT MEANT JETT'S LIFE COULD LITERALLY GOT UP IN FLAMES AT ANY MOMENT, AND ELI COULD'VE BEEN SHOT DOWN DURING HER 'JOB' BEFORE EVEN MAKING IT TO THE FIVE GUYS. LIFE WAS SO COMPLICATED NOW.

"YOU DO THAT..." HE LOOKED UP AT HER WITH HIS MOST SERIOUS LOOK AS HE RESPONDED TO HER SNARKY COMMENT ABOUT HER LACE UNDERWEAR, "AND I'LL KILL YOU AND THEN I'LL KILL MYSELF." HE SMILED HIS IRASCIBLE SMILE AND CHUCKLED. HE HATED THE THOUGHT OF HIS SISTER AS 'SEXY' BUT HE KNEW IT WAS REQUIRED FOR SOME OF HER JOBS. NOT KNOWING IF SHE'D CHANGED BEFORE COMING HERE OR NOT (SINCE HE'D BEEN TOO LAZY TO DO SO), HE ASSUMED HER OUTFIT SERVED A PURPOSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE. HE REFUSED TO THINK OF HER LIKE 'THAT'. THAT WAS JUST GROSS, AND YES, HE WAS IMMATURE LIKE THAT.

THE MOMENT HE SWUNG HIS FEET UP ONTO THE TABLE, ELI SWIPED THEM BACK OFF AND HE POUTED AT HER MOMENTARILY BEFORE SMILING RUEFULLY. WHILE HE LOVED IRRITATING THE LITTLE PRICK OF A MANAGER, HE LOVED SEEING THAT SCALDING GLARE OF HIS SISTER'S. WITH HIM, HE KNEW IT WAS LOVING IRRITATION, BUT HE IMAGINED HER ENEMIES WITHERING UNDER THAT GAZE. HE NODDED WITH UNDERSTANDING AS SHE EXPLAINED HER 'UNFORTUNATE' CLIENT. WHEN SHE ASKED HIM ABOUT HIS 'BLOOMING' FLOWER BUSINESS, HE CUT HER A LOOK BUT OFFERED HER HIS DARKEST SMILE. "OH, THAT... BUSINESS IS EXPLODING," HE REMARKED WITH A WRY GRIN AND A WINK.

SITTING BACK IN HIS CHAIR AS ONE OF THE WAITRESSES DECIDED TO DELIVER THEIR GREASE-COVERED BAG OF FOOD INSTEAD OF CALLING A NUMBER FOR HIM TO RETRIEVE IT, JETT WINKED AT THE GIRL WHO SMILED SHYLY, AND THEN OPENED THE BAG TO OFFER ELI HER FOOD WHILE HE DUG INTO HIS OWN. "CONNOR WAS ASKING ABOUT YOU RECENTLY," HE COMMENTED, WIPING SALT AND KETCHUP FROM HIS LIPS AS HE SWALLOWED A MOUTHFUL OF FRENCH FRIES. "SOMETHING ABOUT SOME DEAL HE'S PULLING OFF AND HE NEEDS US FOR IT." HE SHRUGGED NONCOMMITTALLY AND TOOK A HUGE BITE FROM HIS HAMBURGER.

NOTES, DONE. WEARING, THIS. WORDS, 453.
TEMPLATE BY ROYALSTANDARD.

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